I’m down deep Under the surface Of the Water Of the Air Of the Interface Between struggle and Submission I look around me at The people who went down With me They start kicking And paddling And hoping To get back to the surface But I stay under By myself Up above I see crashing I see legs I see struggles And desperation But it’s peaceful down here. I don’t struggle I don’t breathe Further down I seek and Further the darkness engulfs me. Until. Darkness. But, it’s okay. I’m okay with the darkness. At least it’s better than, Struggling, I am stuck in an ocean There are violent waves and disastrous rips. Crashing over me. Pulling me in And down. Under the water I struggle to Get back to the Surface. To the air. To the interface. But I get pulled down Or pushed down Either way I am back under. All around are others. People who would prefer breathing. But they breathe the water And they gasp They need air But they only had water And they gasp for air Under here Again and again Like me Slowly I am losing control The air escaped my lungs and fills the water But no one else can use it I’ve wasted it A single breath appears to be The most rewarding thing in the world But everyone continues to gasp And grab at what little oxygen they can get Above the crashing waves I take one last breathe I’ve given up. I’m going under, again. Under again For the last time, again.