Last minute questions to ask while drowning.
Last minute considerations, time allowing.
Is this really how I end?
Will anyone miss me when I’m gone?
How much time did I misspend?
What goals should I have acted on?
Would my children have gone on to be successful?
Did I finally kick that smoking habit?
Were there inner demons I forgot to wrestle?
Why didn’t I put on that damn lifejacket?
Each thought pours into bubbles that float from my mouth
To break to the surface where they couldn’t hear me shout
Where they couldn’t see my head dip below the waves
Where I raised my arms high hoping the sea wouldn’t be my grave
But still I sank.
I sank.
I sank.
With no one but myself to thank
And no one but myself to talk to
When you’re dying what else is there to do?
Time no longer a possession
Thoughts reaching their final session
Last bubbles float to air I’ll never see again
Here is my forever in the depths and then