At first the feeling is peaceful,
Pleasant, to say the least.
But as I stay, the pressure builds
And then it becomes a beast.

Bubbles form between my lips,
Escaping without a sound.
Silent screams of agony
I feel that I have drowned.

Glassy water shimmers twice,
Like a firefly.
I want to stay, to rest or play,
But, I wave goodbye.

My ears, my eyes, my lungs,
They beg for mercy, in pain.
Black descends, but I fear not
as I break the surface again.

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