Submerged

The surface breaks, and I am swallowed whole,
A trembling plunge through the layers of myself.
The water, cold, indifferent on my skin,
Each effort a deceitful snare,
Whispers lost in the silence of my descent.
Here, shadows press with weight of their own,
Filling the void where light once flickered.
No force seems to reach beyond this descent;
I witness my own collapse.