I’ve been swimming in a mucky puddle with my mouth open wide.
The soiled water keeps rushing in.
I place my hands over my face to reflect the downpour but it still continues to breach my blockade.
I’m so exhausted, I’m pinned, I’m fully expended.
I accept it because my legs are too weak to stand and my arms are too numb from opposing.
Thoughts cross my mind of ambitious attempts of freedom but my eyes are too hazy to see the light.
I fall weightlessly to the solid ground.
Hollowed or rather expired from my dissolved resolve.
I’m withering in the bright of summer.