Drowning

as I drown
under the waves of depression
in an ocean of melancholy
my screams are silent
   swallowed whole.
These confounding glass cages -
you are immune to the sound.

Even if you heard,
you would bathe
unconcerned   floating
above recognition of pain -
the emotion washes over you,
as I keep it invisible
you cannot help but be blind.

Thought retards action,
paralysed in melancholia.
My dead weight sinks so fast,
down to further depths -
I am now not even a memory.