Preying Confession

Slow floating
with the rarely seen
bottom feeders
beneath the sea icy dark

The weight
of self induced depression
was slowly crushing me

So I took a chance
and rocket fueled my frustrations
to rise from the depths
of a drawn out death

I launched myself
toward the warmth
of the solar induced lights
the temperate waters offered

Reached the surface finally

Found myself swimming with the sharks

Who poked at my joy curiously
before devouring me
in a feeding frenzy

If I had stayed below
and embraced contentment
in the security of anonymity
I would have never been
a carnivore’s dinner
but would have missed out
feeling the exhilaration
of life
before a meaningful death

shark attack



About @stgreenie

I am my own best friend because I do so enjoy my company

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