The Undertow

The ground is being pulled out beneath me,
my heart
beats a few times short of a pulse
a fact I've not noticed
due to the ocean in my ears

I'm a domino
set up to fall from the start
a pawn
destined to play the peasants part
to lay down my life
on a "higher up's" whim

My feet feel like concrete
my veins lined with lead
my bodies stiffening up
a testament to my union with the dead

It's the end
time to fade beyond the veil,
to part the curtain
looking to brighter tides
and fair winds to back my sail.

[Written for AlwaysCaliban's 'Your Last Words...' competition]