Sinking soul

I'm not filled with void anymore The pain doesn't hit deep down to my core Life is no more a host to grief Still, sometimes; I find myself gnawing at my sanity My heart drowning My soul sinking My eyes above the ocean Body numb below Ears open to the mocking waves Blood turning cold The heart still naive About to immerse Too scared of its grave Wrestling my existential angst The affliction often seems incurable And the body, succumbed Resolved in the earth again To deliver a piece of mine Not broken Not aching Not a sinking soul, inutile Perhaps, like a flash of beauty.