Hydrophobia

I’m sinking to the bottom now, The faces slip so far away. But I do not panic, I do not stir. I feel peace wash over me. Spears of light pierce the surface, Cascading down, Giving me one last hold of warmth Before the cold darkness envelops me. Voices are muffled, I cannot hear them. I close my eyes and concentrate. One final shudder Then it all goes black And I find myself outside the gates. People are wearing black below. Somewhere in the distance A church bell sighs. I ask you not to mourn for me. Know that I have found my peace at last. Beneath the surface, Beneath the waves; I find my salvation, I find my rest.” “It might be lonely at the top, but it’s a far sight worse at the bottom.” -Me