The more I fight
the violent waves,
the more I drown.
Choking on my own
downfall, tumbling down
into a disastrous being.
A beast of my
own making.
Waves shove me down
as I desperately swam up
for air, but it doesn't care
as more come.
Wave after wave.
Drowning me in its glory
And my own pitiful failings.
I suppose dying
in the ocean is
quite poetic.
Waves caressing my body
gently after air,
my air has left me.
Breathing, but all I took
in was water; burning me,
suffocating me.
The fire coursing through
my system until it overtook
me completely.
My veins and lips pale from
lack of oxygen, fading into a
rich, sickly finish.
All that's left are the silent
beats pounding, pounding to
desperately be set free.
A second feels more like
an eternity. My body giving in
to the sea, at last, drifting in
harmony with the waves.
Finally at ease.
-j.m.lopez
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