One Final Glimpse

November 6, 2010
Descending slowly downward.
Falling father and farther
Away from the surface.
The sun’s usual bright,
And glistening rays disappearing.

Becoming nothing more
Than faded chaotic lines,
Cutting and slicing,
Back and forth
Above you.

You stretch out your hand,
Trying to break the surface.
But the power of the water
Holds you hostage below.

You give in,
Let the weight of the water
Press in against you.

Gazing up,
You’re hoping to catch
One final glimpse
Of the sun’s light…
You don’t always get
What you want.

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