Drowning

Drowning

Sifting the cold fluid through my helpless grasp,
the sinking feeling becoming more aware.
The distorted light drifting away like a firefly,
only to recurse with every tidal shift.

Suspension in nothingness, and thoughtlessness,
the silence gripping like a tight hand,
the hand of Death itself, whisping you away;
pushing you deeper than you ever thought possible.

How can this be? My life slipping away
faster than the current;
why can't someone see me here, sliding on a slope
towards the most certain doom that rests
beneath the waves?

I reach out and touch nothing
except the wretched, cold liquid that encases me in fate.
My vision blurs, and I lose consciousness;
my hope dithers away with the rip,
and my reality sets in.

But suddenly, I am calm;
I almost feel relaxed in comfort
as I embrace a warmth that approaches,
coming from within myself..

I hug close to the light, and I realize:
This is my life.
This is my fate.
This is my fault,
and I am drowning in the reality
that surrounds me from all sides;
consuming me from within.

I am restless as I know that my life
will only end the way that humanity intends,
and my choice is no longer
a compelling preference;
I am suspended in reality,
for I know that I am not in control.