Pull My Thread

Affected with great affliction
Yet somehow so surreal

Like the last few seconds
in a flooding submarine

Or the first few seconds
During skydiving

Impending doom? Check.
Deflated balloon — oh heck!

Yet there's that hope again
A tiny sliver, but still distinct;
Shimmering, arousing a probe
Into faith's own domain

Crack the window, Yank the cord
Swim up, Or glide down

Afflicted forever?
That shall be your endeavour!

To see the ocean
Within, and without

Or on the ground, land
Without an assist, too grand

As such is permitted
In your love, unrequitted.