My Soul

By: Sarah Smith

I never saw it coming,
It hit without warning.
Why I didn't run...
I'll never know.

At first it felt warm and inviting,
But, now I only fear it.

I feel it dragging me under,
Like a warm ocean wave.
Then, wonderful and completing,
Now, dread filled and deadly.

Who cares where my body will land,
For my soul will never be free...