Under the stillness of the surface,

I sink under its depths.

The surface brings warmth and light,

But as I drown, it blurs out of sight.

Heart is pumping.

Lungs are burning.

Lips are sealed to silence,

To submit to the deep's violence.

Climbing and crawling,

Scratching and tearing,

My struggle to breath remains.

Defying what the deep ordains.

Out of breath, and out of time.

I drift to sleep.

For stillness hides the depth below,

in nothing but a mirage to show.