Submersion

Eyes burn
at
the corners, lines pressing inward.
Waves from the Lethe tug at my mind.
The slow drone of existence
drills
deep
into the fibers of being.
Encapsulated, I stare out past the plastic wrap.
The smiles on beautiful faces glossed
Slight sheen of ridicule.

Gaudy pantomimes of a different realm.
Careful, now,
It is more than my inability to weep.