Stuck within these blue grey orbs,
The color of stagnant water, beckoning yet never providing
Lost in these toxic depths, the lamentations never surfacing
Instead, becoming trapped in the rampant fields of algae that blooms out of
assumption
The spheres with their thick veils quiver in the wake of tomorrow's trials
Futilely trying to hold back the rapidly
intensifying monsoon
Never completely succeeding the water pooling on tile and fabric
Creating tiny ponds before soaking into
their newfound homes
Keening for understanding
Yet the water remains still, unmoving.