Sometimes I’m on top of the world
then someone pushes me.
Even the slightest touch
Sends me spiraling down
into the sinkhole
that I tried to escape for years.
It’s dark here.
I cannot breathe.
The silence is deafening.
I cry for help
but the only response I hear
is the echo of my own voice.
Sometimes I wonder if this is home because I keep on coming back no matter how far I run away. I sure hope not. What a terrible life it would be to get stuck in this place.
