The Blues

The blues encase me,

liquid in my lungs,

filling my nose and mouth.

My brain sparks

like a lighter run out of fluid,

a blinking light out at sea

repeating

“I’m still here, I’m still here.”

I resurface now and then.

My head pokes out just long enough

to get a glimpse at life.

Until the blues summon me

back under

where I belong,

refusing to release me,

but unable to take me

for good.

I wish they would.