the bottom bits

why am I in the bottom bits

the dark that sinks beneath

the coolness in the midday's hours

the peace you cannot keep

light swims across my upturned face

from somewhere far above

silent in its passing

a friend I cannot love

for I am made for pressure

in the deep where I am found

why am I here I do not know

but elsewhere I would drown

my heart won't beat in shallow seas

so I explore the dark

perhaps I cannot shine a light

but I may leave a mark

why am I in the mystery

that haunts the waking mind

rather than where the people breathe

and try hard to be kind

there is no way of knowing this

yet I can't help but ask

since someday someone somewhere

could make it end at last