Dark within, roilings of dark water.
Hard, sharp edges of rock;
the churning, ceaseless power of the waves
smashing violence on the brutal edges.
Deep within, the undertow
sucks whatever remains on a silent,
across the bottom, deep out to sea.
Outstretched arms flailing,
legs valiantly kicking, kicking,
are powerless in the face of this vast, dark pull.
Squirming, struggling, holding out beyond all
powers of endurance,
but in the dark beyond
there is no one to see or care.
When the mouth opens and the darkness rushes in;
the water salty as the blood roiling in the soul;
when arms fall limp and the legs hang lame,
the sucking relentless pull
just goes on ever deeper,
and the tumbled remains drift out
to the dark unknown.