Underwater

my mind is soaked with tears that will not fall from my eyes whose depth betrays me if you care to look. i feel below sea level but not deep enough to be considered drowning. and yet fish still nip at my clothes and seaweed clings to my ankles dragging me sideways and sideways again and i spin on my axis and wonder why they can’t just break and let me float to the surface. for my air supply is getting thin and my lungs burn with the effort of keeping myself afloat. i’m penned in underwater cliffs and caverns closing on me crumbling to make a wall mixed with fish skeletons keeping me from moving when i want so desperately to move.