Looking down into the cerulean blue,
there is a source of hope
As I sink deeper towards it,
all I see is decay.
Thinking of what used to be.
My air bubbling above me
as I explore the hallways
and once-expensive rooms.
There is an open window,
and plates still stacked
perfectly in their shelves
consumed by the ocean’s green.
Stray schools of fish
circle their new homes.
Their entire world composed
of what used to be a portion of mine.
I see the remnants of my world
scattered and beaten on the ocean floor.
A pearl necklace returning to its home.
A young child’s brown shoe.
Adopted by the ocean’s innocence.
c.s.