Detachment

This hypoxic being that lives inside of me; devoid of the sun, devoid of sound, and devoid of action. Just floating blind, deaf and paralyzed. But, it lets me know it's presence by bumping to the nerves that are still alive. The air I breathe in doesn’t fill it. The lights that sip in through my eyes don’t reach it, and the chemicals that come alive don’t penetrate it. It’s expanding and I am noticing its weight day after day. I fear I will be devoided of the sun and devoided of who I am. My heart will stop its dance when the air no longer fills my lungs and I float away into this fiend to become obsolete.