Ocean fame

A great giving of nothing at all. 

Thrown to the deepest side of water,

Where light lay among the shallow features. 

Pulled gently only at first,

 Ocean current can truly deceive the same. 

I best the first couple shafts of pressure,

Depths yet I have to fathom.

Woe is blue where I can't stand,

Stillness beneath all perceived. 

A void from peace nature gifts,

Too far away to mean anything. 

Tell me touch is what I feel,

Or desire to parallel me here. 

I dive