It's a big hole that I am in.
Constant descent never to return.
Clawing so hard to loose hope like dry crumbling dirt.
Foot holes melt and slither how sand does in a timer.
Fear and desperation creeps in like the frost on a winters morning clasping to your lungs causing pain to inhale.
Sure eventually the hole becomes more shallow with every blink of an eye but for how long.
the mud and the grime under my finger nails are a permanent reminder of what I become.