Free As A Bird
Sometimes it’s easier
To slip back under
Instead of fighting-
To remain afloat.
The deeper you go,
The harder it is,
To claw your way-
back up again.
So you sink
Back into the depths
Of the sea-
Deeper and deeper.
And you slowly suffocate
Under the pressure,
You drown-
Your cries, Unheard.
The only thing left,
A memory,
Of the dead-
Once free as a Bird