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