I stopped fighting ten minutes ago. I realized I was trapped fifteen minutes ago. I swerved off the road and into the polluted pond thirty minutes ago.
An hour ago, I was driving to my monotonous job in my beat up blue truck, like I had been doing for years. Ten years ago, I was dreaming about this moment where I thought I’d have made something of myself by now.
And now, now I’m trapped in my beat-up blue truck, drowning in a polluted pond, watching my life flash before my eyes.
If only I could say I had lived.
© Jade M. Wong 2016