The infinite sea

Alone in the infinite sea,

I swim desperately looking for salvation

Thrashing, chocking, drowning

I scream.

Yet to the obscured faces

My voice is adrift in the roar of the sea

The infinite blue, stretches far across the horizon

And I

I am a speck of dust compare to its vastness.

Will I ever get rescued?

My thoughtless breaths have become labored as I attempt to stay afloat.

Living upon the hope that someone will hear my screams

Floating across this infinite ocean.

Yet I do not give up.

The human will is a remarkable force

For it will surpass any physical need.

Even life,

The need to be found, to receive acceptance.

That is what is truly drowning me,

The lack of.

Accepting my fate I abandon my will,

The will to live.

Taking my last breath I stop,

And

Begin

My

Decent

To the bottom of this infinite sea

I begin my finial trek

And as I look up, to see light, for the last time

Hands appear in the water,

They’re not mine.

Issuing from those of a stranger

Trying to pull me out

Rescue

And for a brief second, my feeble hand grasps them

And Hope, she comes and gives me the will to rise

Rising out of the watery abyss, I grasp firmer on to those hands

And finally I emerge from my watery grave

Like that of a phoenix out of ashes

Only to discover

That those hands were covered in crimson

And the once brilliant and fearful sea was back with death

The screams of the others could now be heard

But only by me

I was not the only one who needed to be saved

And Rescue was not on his way

I turned

I looked into the eyes of my savior,

Only to find my self

Now the last living soul

In this infinite ebony sea.