Slow motion.

Submerged to the throat

gasping for air

trapped in a bubble

filled with despair

light’s growing dimmer

candle’s burned out

pleading for rain

in the midst of a drought

What am I, a puppet?

no, not even that

tap, tap-silence

“feelings”-FLAT

Answer me quickly!

I’m sorry-just kidding

Did you forget child?

This is MY time you are bidding.

~RlR