Drowning

Its there, where the wind lashes fervently at my face,
I can taste the salt on my tongue, my cold eyes survey
The raging ocean battering at the bottom of the cliff
I take a few steps backward and all I hear is the wind
I run as fast as I can and jump.
It's so cold, but the feeling of the liquid enclosing around
Me, is comforting, specks of sunlight filter through
It's so beautiful, so very beautiful, my body fights to the surface
Allowed to take a gulp of air but the power of the water is too strong
I stay in the water, where my senses were being numbed, my pain
And my confusion of distortion … My body goes limp and the last image
Is that of the water, the sparkling, raging, clean water.