Surfacing
I could see the surface,
Rippling in inviting sunlight.
Yet darkness surrounded me
And I failed to breathe.
For my last breath was taken,
The day I walked away
And left the final breaths
Of others, choking in dust.
Nor did I wish to breathe,
Only stay, staring up.
Imagining a time when
The surface was life
And I had never been beneath.
I could see the surface,
Light fading with the depths
No chance of surfacing.
