underwater

water enter my lungs 

i allowed it

eyelids are closed my life

is going underwater i see 

the fishes swim by not looking 

they know i am dying the sharks 

smell the death on me and the sand 

have made my coffin so i sink into my 

coffin and never up to the surface again

Author's Note

how is it? this is my first poem about dying and i don't think i convey the feelings correctly.