Drowning.
Haunting. Calming. Silent.
I watch the last bubble before my eyes
Rise into the dimming light above.
I do not struggle. I do not fight.
I sink, slowly, silently.
Into the eternal deep.
our greatest unforeseen .
My hands are outstretched.
Reaching.
I await a rope to be thrown.
A single sign of hope.
In the stillness that consumed
My every thought
I listened,
But that rope did not come
And I am left,
adrift at sea.
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