Clarity

This is my first ever attempt at a poem. Hope you like it. Have no idea what to call it. :D Clarity Last breath the man would take. His time had come, his killer the lake. Light had shed upon him, Vision blur, yet all was clear. Death shone him his face so slim None who considered him dear Late was he for redemption, Life that described imperfection. Death had been blunt Nothing had he to live for His last words, a grunt Begging to die, his insides sour. An endless fall deep and dark in depth The man felt helpless, staring at death. A never ending abyss of nothingness Still, more preferable than his terrible life of loneliness Atlas! It was time to meet his holiness Though in deep water, he still felt his shallowness. Never had one felt such pain, Insides with more water than blood, There was nothing beautiful with the way he was slain, He wondered if he had ever been loved. No one would moan for the poor nobody There would be no claim for his young, able body. Shame, he had no fight left, Paralysed and literally out of breath. He had been caught in humanities net. Pity, he learned the meaning of life only upon death. Death so elite, eternal Life how short and mortal Only upon death can life be considered full For death is what makes life beautiful. He saw, but never once did he admire, He tasted, but never once did he savour, He slept, but never once did he dream, He died, but never once did he live The mans final emotion, a frown, Oh! What a terrible way to die, to drown.