Brackish

I’ve finally

Come up

With an ending

But I

Don’t think

You’re going

To like it

It involves

The holding

Of one’s

Breath

A submersion

Into the

Inevitable failings

Of all

Who came

Before you

There’s nothing

To hold onto

Not anymore

Not if you

Want to

Understand

To float

And bob

Amongst

The waves

As the

Current flows

Farther

From what

It means

To live

Or should

I say

What you

Thought

It meant

To live

And if

At any

Moment

You no

Longer fear

Opening

Your mouth

Taking in

The acrid

Brine of

A new

Existence

Your eyes

Will burn

Temporarily

But soon

Enough

Will see

You are

No longer

Them

And they

Are no longer

You