I have been drowning in an old sea
so old the kelp has grown wild
and the sunlight is nowhere near
it has taken a not a few hours but seven years

I have never seen the surface
or heard the thunder of waves
i was left in a still life painting
dragged down by the currence,
my body clings to one thin string of kelp
trying with all my might to climb upwards
i will die here eventually
and then my time will end
in this cold black hell