Sinking
Sometimes I am drowning.
And the world rushes up,
A sea of swirling words around me,
Swallowing me into its precarious waves.
Other times I float.
Shut off from the world in a bubble,
Convinced I am the only one there,
Peaceful only in solitude.
There are times when I simply curl up.
When the waves get too much,
And I slowly retreat,
To be borne away on the vicious sea.
It has been too long since happiness.
My mind no longer fools itself,
Like the others here do,
Tricking themselves into joy.
I do not wish to blossom.
Nor do I wish to be enlightened,
Or to be fooled,
Into that mocked state of gaiety.
There are times when I am alone.
I am submerged in the isolation,
Struggling to breathe that precious air,
And then slowly - I sink.
