For the Daily Post prompt: Surface.
Photo ©Domenico Salvagnin
Just a second ago it was there,
Shining brightly as an August sky,
If I reached I could break through the skin.
Cold water on every side presses,
I hear the pale sounds of life draining,
Of rocks fraying lifelines worn too thin.
Bright diamonds of air stream away,
The surface a dream or a mirror
Of the darkness that fills me within.