My own way

The ripples in the water,
Cause the sun to shimmer and shine.

It is peaceful down here..
No sound, besides water swishing calmly.

In, out
In, out.
My breath goes slowly through the mouth piece.

This is not how I want to die.

The clear water reveals a different landscape than above.
The land is battle scarred from currents and plates carving out chunks of underwater earth.

This is not where I want to die.

I want to die by my own way.
Not fate.

But there is not much I can do,
Trapped between a rock and a hard place,
With half a tank of air...

My own way...