I hardly notice.

The downward spiral began weeks ago.

A general malaise that sinks between the cushions,

suffocating the Ego,

strangling my worth.

Until I'm worthless.

How odd the mind ping pongs

like a fly in a room, walls made of glass.

I'm hopelessly trapped to the point

that I pray the flyswatter comes.

Then...

I rise, like a deep sea diver

that finally reaches the surface,

and see the light.

Ah! Fresh air!

A dread of the inevitable covers

like the slightest foggy morning.

I live my life.

The days pass by...

Until...

I hardly notice.