I am not happy,
I am ingulfed , and trapped.
Dark grey slime sticks to me.
Chin barely surfacing.
I inhale gulps of lime green smoke.
That will never satisfy.
They are walking around.
Indifferent, ignorant, apathetic.
My lungs don’t call for help .
Stupid pride and ego have chained and bound them.
I have only but short time to glance at their indifference, willing them to look.
Call it a fools hope, but I will take what I can get,
Or face the numbness.