• I died one day,
    Swell swept me away.
    Ocean calling my name,
    Surfers never knew the same-
    Before I shredded,
    The disease embedded;
    I couldn’t feel cold,
    From hot,
    From nothing.
    I couldn’t see the sun,
    Or moon,
    Nothing.
    The air I breathed,
    Was as toxic as my lungs.
    And the light I see,
    Is the hospital’s.
    So when the swell swept me away,
    Surfers always wish,
    They’ll never know the same.