You’re standing on a dock, eyeing a sinking ship
It almost made it to safety too
You watch as the crew fight to sail it to shore
Something stings at you sharply as you witness their futile struggle
You cant see the captain onboard
Maybe he, like you, knows that it is inevitable
Trembling, eyes welling, you stand frozen
Helpless, motionless
–Death doesnt hurt, not quite as much as succumbing to it does