Poetry

I'm not waving from my balcony
Where I see all but none see me
No, i'm drowning in a sea of bitter tears
My arms are held high trying to keep me above
it's not working
I go under, I cannot breathe
But somehow I am more at peace
I have stopped moving, stopped trying to fight
I take a deep breath, I know it will be my last.
The darkness comes, grabs hold of me.
I struggle for a moment but know it will not let go,
I give in.
At last I see him again, the one who saw me
The darkness is beautiful, calming.
I'm not waving. No. I'm drowning.