Drowning

A ton of bricks just on the insides. Black and blue.

Heavy and loaded on the down low. And I don’t understand, my bag of secrets no longer full.

So why am I still drowning, still here, at the bottom of the pool?

I’ve introspected, self theorized, and dug for truths.

But the answers are the same, and this chest is cruel.

500 tons, but why? I’ve haven’t a clue.

These past few days have been miserable. The volcano erupted and it was disappointing.

I will forever remember how disappointed I am in you. I will remember how disappointing the outcome of the truth is.

I wish you’d leave.