What death is

Fifty feet down the ocean

I wonder if I can breathe

because I can feel it, see it

but slowly I drown beneath


I can think of nothing, only the light

but I have fought enough to reach it

now quietly in the waters I lie

as if I know I cannot die, herewith


And slowly my eyes get closed

As if I know I will magically rise

above the waters, I know it now

Life is what I am, in disguise


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