As I sink deeper and deeper into the abyss,
I look up only to see the bubbles of air reaching the
surface.
As the weight pulls me further down i inhale
breath after breath,
Trying to speed up the process of filling my lungs
with water.
As I reach the bottom, body flailing around lifelessly
throughout the darkness.
I open my eyes to find myself standing on the
edge staring into the water below.
Again I’m rejected by death.
Profound poem. Abstruse thoughts. As I think it’s not bad at all to be rejected by death again.