Pandora's Aquarium: The drain dweller in my psyche - Pandora's Aquarium

Beyond pain
is the eerie pit of nothingness
where all is destitute
and life has been obliterated.
Parts of me
crawl along the putrid floor
of a place once sprouting with life
and possibilities,
now gone,
gone.
No fire of passion
or anger,
no tears of slowly falling sadness.
No warmth from love,
closeness
comfort.

I am banished
to the eternal darkness
of non-life
ante-energy.
I am a bottom dweller
in the cesspit where all the waste
sinks, and sludges,
suffocating any glimmer of hope.
An unpeopled space
of horrid drain refuse
where the rotting, once alive flesh
decomposes in an airless space
beneath the living earth.

I am a bottom dweller
in the drain scum of my own psyche.
I have returned
to the familiar desolate place,
of my childhood, my teens,
moments in time in my adult life.
I wait,
sinking into the quicksand
of my mind
I wait
for a glimmer of light
that offers the promising hope
of rescue.
I wait,
I wait,
I wait.