it is much more than darkness
it is a world
something is keeping me here
the smell of desperation rots the air that fills my lungs full
the ashes of my past fall like rain
I am existing here
but not living there
shadows surround me standing in mockery
are they keeping me here?
they have no face but I can feel them
looking at me
judging me
I can hear them laughing at me
"You'll never get out."
"You'll never make it out alive."
"You'll never be like them."

while the earth feels uninhabitable for someone in my state of being
I search the darkness for meaning