The ship rocks and the waves crash over the deck.
Lightning splits the sky and thunder roars.
The world creaks and moans.
And then it shifts—
Sliding screaming silence sinking—
The water churns and spins him around
Until he doesn’t know which way is up.
The world is dark except for a few seconds of lightning,
Or is that glint something shiny that was lost long ago?
It’s impossible to tell, and there isn’t time to think about it now;
The cold seeps into his bones even as his lungs start to burn.
They say it’s a peaceful way to go, to drown,
But the sea knows no peace,
No calm in the center of the storm.
The world is dark, except the spots in his vision are darker,
And his lungs are still burning, even as he opens his mouth,
And the cold rushes in but offers no relief.
The salt stings but he can hardly feel it now.
He can hardly feel anything now.
They say that it’s a pleasant way to go,