comsuming darkness

"groping in the
thrashing my
arms at anything
in hopes to touch something real
. . .
something firmilar
. . .
as my very breath is
being held from my lungs and
my heart races at
this unhealthy pace
I am lost in this darkness
. . .
where are you
as I am being taken
into this this other world.
This voice booms in my head
and i can do nothing
to wake up
from this. . .
Fear has gripped onto me,
becomes so much of
all I feel
and refuses to let go
Everything I feel
is nothing of you . . .
where are you
as i wake to find
this nightmare is
my reality ?"


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