Pressed tight.
No light.
Can’t breathe.
Far beneath.
Look up.
Gods cup.
Filled full.
Panics lull.
Sink swim.
Lights dim.
No rope.
No hope.
Need air.
Dead stare.
Fade black.
Lost track.
Float away.
Final day.
Souls roam.
Going home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem