Drowning

Beneath the surface, where the light grows thin,

I sink, a shadow in a world of blue.

The waves above, they whisper, pull me in,

A symphony of silence, cold and true.

The water fills my lungs, a bitter sting,

Each breath a battle lost, a fleeting fight.

I reach for air, but find no lifeline string,

Just endless depths that swallow me in night.

Memories float like bubbles, soft and frail,

A childhood laugh, a lover’s tender touch.

They rise and burst, their echoes tell the tale

Of all I was, and all I miss so much.

The current drags me deeper, dark and still,

A weightless drift, where time itself forgets.

I close my eyes, surrender to the chill,

And let the ocean claim its last regrets.

Yet in the abyss, a spark begins to glow,

A tiny flame that whispers, “You are free.”

For in the drowning, something starts to grow—

A quiet peace, where fear no longer breathes.

So let the waters take me, let them flow,

For even in the depths, I find my way.

The drowning isn’t endless—this I know—

It’s just the night before the break of day.