how can you be surrounded,

though it feels like your feet

don’t touch the ground?

as if suspended in the abyss,

simultaneously groped

by the sensations of existing.

why must the peace

be stifled by the pressure

of being alive?

i only wish to tread,

unfaltering,

as the sound fades away.

i cannot stay engulfed,

cannot leave his dragging touches

on the surface.

i am constrained

to be the victim,

and only dream of liberation.

so i sit in my blue light

and know i’m drowning,

never to feel the relief of dying.