Although it is silent,
This was no escape.
There’s a lingering sadness within my chest
An everlasting torment to keep me from rest.
And at best,
I lie towards the heavens to guide me away from what I detest.
My mind’s spiraling,
Down into an abyss of the unknown.
My mind knew,
That it’s a place that I should never go…
Or is it a place that I already know?
I cower in my wake
As I see myself kicking and screaming
While desperately scraping my way back to the surface.
Starving for a breath of air.
I pull myself up from the edge,
And look down through the tunnel of my despair.
I take a deep breath,
Then I awake.
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