Abyss

Upright in a pit of mud,
Slippery, deep, submerged:
In it above my head.
I grasp at the green,
Beckoning, tempting,
Siren's call of freedom,
And sometimes I escape.
Exhausted, panting yet
Free, elated, weight from my shoulders.
But then the wind blows just right,
Or the earth quakes,
Or I am simply pushed,
Or I wander and forget
And I am once more
Upright in a pit of mud,
Slippery, deep, submerged:
In it above my head.