A Sinking ship, goes down in a storm.
Goes down in
The eye of
The storm.
Standing alone, on the deck
A small child.
Silent as
The moment, before chaos.
A moment, of shock.
And the world spins
Around him.
So quiet.
The water
Pools at his
Feet.
Cold, dark
Promising.
Not a whisper
As it
Rises.
As it
Covers him
Hides him
Ends him.
And he wonders,
As it
Takes him,
What of
The calm before
the storm?
