Shark Dive

The wind was whispering to me,

as the waves watched from below the boat,

warning of circling sharks,

but I saw only clear skies and serene seas.

I crashed below the crying waters,

unmoved by their tears,

knowing that their sadness would soon fade.

I knew something that they didn’t,

and soon, I began circling with the sharks,

cycling through all the doom filled days,

never letting them linger too long,

taking quick bites,

so I could taste the sweet seconds that exist,

in even the worst of times.

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