My Glass Bubble(I wasn't ready for this)
Stagnant black waters
always beneath me.
I never knew it,
until I became free.
I lay in a bubble
facing the skies.
Purple, pink, orange and blue.
Painted clouds are all a lie.
I sit here contented,
naive and secure.
When it all happened,
I can't tell for sure.
I was happy for a time,
the smiles were real.
But I was blind to this;
I couldn't even feel.
One day my glass bubble
began to sway.
Nervous and wary,
my bubble decayed.
Slowly I began to slip
out my glass ball.
Nothing to hold onto;
I began to fall.
Seconds, minutes, hours and days,
my body dropped like lead.
Glimpses of the sky above
and dark sea ahead.
I didn't want to watch.
Miles closer every blink.
I'd fall into the ocean
and continue to sink.
My painted clouds,
Purple, pink orange and blue,
faded to darkness.
There was nothing to do.
No telling up and down now,
it was all the same.
I gathered momentum.
Struggled and fought in vain.
An inch away now
I could plainly see.
Underneath the silky black,
tortured faces waited for me.
Seconds, hours, minutes, and days
couldn't prepare me for this.
I was dropped into this world
and given a deadly kiss. | 
