Ironic isn't it that the things you love,
can sometimes be what you fear most,
Engulfed by the darkness,
listening to the screaming of silence
you sit alone with your mind,
surrounded by thoughts
hanging by nothing more than a dwindling thread
you dive into the foggy abyss,
the pit of personal monsters deep within your mind
trying hopelessly to get free and you fall beneath them,
landing at their feet
Feel the sweet breath escape your lungs,
close your eyes to search for a beautiful pocket of air
You're terrified,
but as you slip into an eternal state of comfort,
you realize,
you never wanted to be free..
just..deeper in.

© 2015 Alicia Wilson

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