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Apr 2015
I am a shell
Of nothingness
I am empty

you’re falling
Into an abyss
I’m the void

Can’t breathe
The claws are digging
My back, my lungs, again

There is no end
To the wind on my back
pushing, pulling
Gravity is taking me

The claws are pulling me down
Sinking, I am sinking
There is no landing, no surroundings

I look for something to grab
It’s pitch black
all I see
Is nothing

A hand, illuminated, reaches out
too scared to grab it
It keeps reaching for me, begging

Please grab it
Please

I reach out for the hand
grab it
It pulls

Out I come from the darkness
Into a blinding light
I’m awake

The claws leave their mark, forever
Memories of nothing
Hold my hand, protect me

the claws have a way of coming back
when they're least expected
when they come back
hold my hand
this isn't quite how i wanted this poem to come out. it's still a work in progress. i found some notes i jotted down in my planner that i intended to make a poem out of when i wrote them but i just now got to it
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