Suspended in the cold, dark, deep pool of something.
I don’t understand.
I am not familiar.
But I am paralyzed.
Not in fear,
But in hopelessness.
It is thick and holds me still
Keeps my head submerged in this liquid that is slowly sifting
Every ounce of will power I had saved in reservation to help me
Want to fight against forces like this.
Today I want to succumb
because no one will notice anyways.
So I let the liquid fill my lungs
and pull my body into its depth.
The irony was I only needed to stand up at the shallow end of the swimming pool.
©AyalaRain