We are so tired

Treading water.  

Clawing at the surface but 

unable to keep our heads above it. 

Reaching out toward distant land 

where grieving lovers wring their hands

but the deep is immense and we are

infinitessimal and it drags us further and 

further out with every passing moment. 

They scream at us;  you must fight

but the deep is immense and the cold is

intense, and we are so tired. 

Perhaps we are weak, perhaps we lack the will

but there is treacherous ecstasy in surrender. 

When my body has shuddered its last and my

lungs are filled with dark water, the voices on the 

shore are lost to the wind, and I struggle no longer. 

Now we are free- we drift like seaweed- tell them to

leave us, tell them not to try to save us. I am a 

creature of the deep now, please don't let them

try to fish me out and force the water from my

sodden corpse. 

Let me smash into bloody fragments on antediluvian 

rocks, let the little fishes hide inside the sockets of my

eyes. Let me dissolve and become the water,

for I am so tired.