The Water

I take a gasp of air in haste
With water it is forcefully replaced

I feel the helpless pulse against bones and flesh
The water dances with a soft caress

My muscles are sore, my body weak
Water weaves with a gentle peck on my cheek

I can barely see the glimmer of light above
But the water hugs me with a whisper of love

One last rise of panic strikes
But the water moves so fluidly, like wind on a kite

I close my eyes, and instantly give in
The water, It will always win.