I'M Stuck On a Ship

I’m stuck on a ship. The bottom calls my name and there are no rooms to escape. I feel the torment of claustrophobia setting in. No air to be breathed and no light to see. I have never been so lost. There is a scent of misty clay crowding my senses. I feel as if I am in the middle of a blackened dungeon without a life to live. Life should be lived outside and free from the chains of darkness. I am encompassed beyond imagination and my blood pressure raises beyond normalcy. I’m stuck on a ship. As time passes I remember the days I used to live full of laughter and freedom. Now here I am living beneath the water swaying side to side as the tides rush and I feel sick. No more land to endure hardships. No more fresh air to be contented in. I am filled with resentment I have for myself. See, my actions haven’t been too sincere. I’m stuck on a ship. And I guess I belong here. Date Written: July 13, 2016