Hollow Depths

Swimming with the fishes

The dark dense cavern submitted to my will
As I penetrated the black ink of the cold,
A thick raft of tiny fish swept my memory,
Close now the ships rafters creaked and bowed
Under the age of ages weighing heavy

Pushing against the tide to a small cabin
I clasp a glimmer of gold sharp in my hand,
I have tarried too long in this wet world,
Sudden Stabbing in the dark,as my last gasp
Leaps from my chest leaving a hollow space