Grasping at Dissipated Tides

We're trying to hold water,
grasping for leverage--
for an escape to the top,
an end to this inevitable.

breaths are shallow--
we breath together.
This isn't helping our status quo.
Divide and conquer?

Instead we fall
deeper, darker,
to lower depths and higher pressure
pushing, stressing, pulling,

succeeding in forcing our failure.
Our breathing diminishes
disappearing into the chasm.
These lights flounder and are gone.