DROWNING

A Poem by dakarai

The beginning of the end

Pain and panic grows inside a soul,
Overflowing with those collected tears,
Collecting for many years upon years,
Trapped in soul's windows, that became closed holes.
Seeking air, a heart can not play a role
In the salvation that is needed here,
Accepting the fact that the end is near
Enough for fear to take a final tole.
A life is about to be left behind,
Designed to float, yet still going under,
While asunder death plays songs in rewind.
The purpose behind life makes one wonder
If purpose is able to be defined,
Reaching for the light behind the thunder.