To the Atlantic for a bath my soul had suggest

Then I threw myself into its nakedness

Now diving below as an angel bequest

That they heard my prayers and will now give me rest

In a quick moment, the sea suddenly weakens my zest

It’s breaking anger reflecting on its faltering crest

Roaring with rage it suppresses against my chest

Lost I became as it subdued my consciousness

Heavy I felt as it wraps me in a wave

My face grew pale and my head felt daze

As reality steps in, my soul grew faze

Dull as a dying flower in an idle vase

Oh, how much my conscience became amaze

To see in a few seconds I remembered my earthly days

Now as it takes me below its watery laze

To the Atlantic shores my sorrows all gaze.