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
Copyright © Evan Moore | Year Posted 2021
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