Sinking

stretching out along the surface
lying prostrate on the ground
hands tied behind my back
i'm seeking you out in near impossible conditions
it always turns to this even after the positive
the gut wrenching feeling begins as nausea sets in
flipping over to stare into the drafted darkness
it reminds me of being in bed
wrapped up in blankets
late night whispers through electrical currents
when you speak in that defeated tone
i'm transferred back to this place
there are no windows, no doors
gaping open towards the top - the only escape
but these ties won't break or tear
there isn't any give in the walls for me to climb
so the more you refer back to hopelessness
the deeper i'm sunk, and more tightly bound
even though it it seems irrelevant or almost untrue
the way i feel still burns there quietly.