Near

With the lighthouse abandoned, I find that the sea still holds me captive.

Attempting to find another harbor,

My breath is taken by the salty pull of desire.

The watery temptress does nothing to starve me, so into the ocean I go.

Finding the right way to speak was difficult at first,

So we created our own language.

I was left to discover on my own.

There may have been a plan under the surface,

But the trio that surrounds me disappeared.

Getting lost at these depths happens all the time.

You just need to know where the pockets of air hide,

Lest you drown trying to break free.