Unsinkable

My pens have dried up

I cannot write

The words to explain

What I feel

 

I’m standing on a bridge

And I cannot move

I’m holding my breath

Praying the world won’t stop

 

The world passes by

Yet I’m frozen in place

I cannot press pause

On this movie called Life

 

I’m spinning in a whirl

A never ending blur of colour

Hoping to eventually reach

My escape velocity

 

I’m in front of a door

Solid, black, and locked

I’m reaching for its key

But it’s ever out of reach

 

I’m trying to speak

Scream the regret

But I cannot, for my throat

Has turned to dust

I can only wait

For new pens

With my breath held

Trying to move

To melt into myself

And reach the key

To sip some water

 

Until I am no longer

Me.