Ocean

A black tidal wave sweeps out my feet, I feel the water in my lungs, the weight dragging me down, Slowly, ever so slowly, I am staring at the dark, An all consuming ocean, of which there is no end, My lungs are burning, and my eyes are blurry, I don’t fight it, I can’t anymore, The wanting of life, my every whim, Suddenly my appetite for such things is gone, I am no longer who I was, I am less, much less, Clinging to a belief of sunny skies above a surface I cant see, Hands hold me, attempting to pull me, Before suddenly, they too lose interest, Searching for their sunny skies, While I lay at the bottom of the ocean, A strange peace I find, Isolated, dark, cold, not a breath within my lungs, A living death, beneath those who use me to find that surface