The Drowning
CraftyCrabby
Drowning,
The Cubical is filling
Above - The Exit is Visible, almost….
Touchable.
A voice – Safe and trustworthy
Pulls me under – Tells me it's Safer
Shielding my ears and eyes
Drowning – I am safe.
Drowning,
A Strange voice calls
Above – Breaking the barrier, Almost…..
Intruding
Without sound – Pulls me up
Pulls Me out – Tells me it's Safe
unShielding my eyes,
I See
Unshielding My ears
I hear
For a moment – Trust
A Thing seeming like a myth appears like a
Ball of light
For the moment – I'm not drowning
I am no longer Drowning – I am weak
leaks and cracks spread like cancer -
Glue can no longer hold me
weaker than the walls of the cubical
I break like Glass –
Shattering to the ground, unable to find any pieces
The hand puts me back – unwanted
Broken
Useless…
…Back under water – it pulls down
The hand ….. Leaves –
Alone and
Drowning