Hands outstretched

The only thing to grasp;

my escaping breath

How did it come to this?

It would be a stretch to say I don’t know

Though pushed into the deep end,

T’was I who approached the depths

The plunge is only natural.

Father Time stretched a hand to me,

but seemed it futile,

leaving Mother Nature to her cause

Her embrace smothering.

I hear the sound of the stretcher

Overlapping echoes

Flashing lights

Hands all over me.