Diving into the Wreck
Diving into the Wreck I descend, a quiet ache in my chest, A weight that pulls, a longing in the depths. Through the surface, where the light fades, Into the dark, where silence invades. The water cold, the pressure high, I leave the world above behind, Into the unknown, I stretch my hand, To find the truth buried in the sand. I dive deeper still, where shadows twist, Where echoes of the past persist. The wreck lies ahead, half-hidden, half-fallen, A monument to memories, forgotten, yet calling. The wreck, a skeleton of dreams once bright, Now lost beneath the endless night. What stories lie in the hollowed hull? What secrets swirl in the depths so full? I reach out, my fingers graze the stone, A touch that feels both ancient and alone. The ship that once sailed with pride and grace, Now rests in this forgotten place. The water stirs with ghosts unseen, Of lives once vibrant, now serene. The wreck is more than twisted steel, It holds the dreams we long to ...