"Breath"

Flowing to the bottom depths,
of an ocean formed of new,
I lost the people i once known,
and the life, I was so much accustom too.

You see it was when the world,
as a whole, no longer cease to turn.
The earth we knew, no longer a beakon,
but instead, a bright torch,
feverantly left to burn.

The center of  earths sphere,
no longer spends, on its axiom toes.
and has now given up its gaunlet
The waters, (once) some what (calm),
now travels, slightly choppy, to (no control),
a brute with turbulence, cascade in lengthy rows..

Most Northern countries,
now subcomb to deep waters ,
as the poles collects, sea level overflows
and warm oceans, rise  throughout 
and now it's south Miami,
considered to be, the new drought.

On this day, i'll be heading home,
no time to cry though all alone
just because my eyes is wide open,
doesn't mean that i truly do see,
the falacies of this life, or an after life,
man has placed before thee.

As the earths waters, rapidly begin to creep,
the land, once well known to mankind,
will soon fall prey, to the (new), ocean deep.
We were warned, of these global catastrophes, 
glaciers melting, the ozone even sweltering,
earthquakes, eruptions, atmosphere robber and more. 

from the coldiest of awaiting waters,
where we were known, to have promptly derived,
doused, from the sheeriest of oceans divide,
tucked beneath the depths, were we (entrenched),
as though, faithfully awaiting soldiers at arms,
nessaled, along the cold, dark ocean floor, left to hide.

And then I open my weary eyes,
without any thought, took a gurgled breath,
just to theoretically float
and heaved myself, beyond the current,
through the (churning), awaiting waters surface,
from the (calmness) of the ocean floor....

In a world of the unknown,
a body, left limp, and in an unsettled slumber.
just a small (fraction) of a mote, 
barely does it breath, in a sea, (full of what if's),
What fate is there, the cast away,
a single breath, unlocks this door.

now weary cold and soaked to the bone,
as though a skeleton, inserted with batteries
wrapped in shivery, yet angry, wet meat.
As I tuned (my)thoughts, into things that pleased,
such as my wedding band but oddly enough,
I couldn't feel my hands nor did i, (my feet).

You see, when the shape of water,
finally met up with the weight of (no)air,
A molecular union, I've grievacely come to know,
that hell is a place with the abscence of Jesus love
and now the waters, once in control by the climate,
will be allowed to forever flow...Xoxoxo

About poem: Global Warming