Falling into
the dark icy deep,
engulfed in the bosom
of a cold crushing sleep.

Wrapped up so tight
within a trembling embrace,
a chilling kiss caressing
your disbelieving face.

The light from above
fades slowly from view
as the writhing waters
welcome you

to their icy womb;
such a desolate tomb.

And as colour fades,
the dark grows so deep,
as you silently slip
into a long somber sleep.

Leaving behind you
a life and a love,
a realisation
of loss up above.

To fight is now futile,
for there is no release.
To accept; to welcome;
embrace the long peace.

A shuddering panic
as death fills your core,
then surrender yourself
to this cold hearted whore.

And the seas roll on
in their solemn advance,
welcoming all
who dare take the chance.

Its cruel icy depths
are awash with lost souls,
resting eternal,
the buoys bell now tolls.

Written by Darren Scanlon, December 2013
Revised 13th May 2016.
©2016 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

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