My own darkness rises to meet me:
As close as my own shadow and as dark.
No charm, no talisman, no prayer,
No kind words, no good intent,
No strong will, no firm purpose,
No amount of intellect or wit
Can even begin to save me.
Like a wall of water it rolls onward
Vast and unstoppable as the tides
That wash the shores each day.
The water fills my ears near to bursting
And I hold my breath as long as I can.
As I breathe out one final time,
Beyond the rushing waves that cover me
I’d swear I can hear whalesong.