Adrift

A poem

(Photo by Jeremy Bishop on Unsplash)

Trapped inside

without windows or walls

my chest gets tight

and I begin to fall

until I’m submerged in sadness

worn down by waves

and memories of madness

I can never escape.

Fear forces her fingers

around my neurotic neck

a cold cue that lingers

so that I don’t forget

that she controls the chaos

I’m simply the ship

no turning around, no getting off

I’ll either sink or submit.