The dark foggy water rise up my nose, ears plugged making me feel uncontrollable. Hearing hollow sounds and yells with no words from above, my body Slowey sinking down like an anchor, but l'm as
sway as seaweed in water and cold as ice.

Question: Is this even a poem? It is about me drowning in a river and for hw I had a make a poem about a story I have and it’s supposed to have 3 figurative language.