Pulled Back

Slowly sinking back into

The dark black abyss,

Where a crack of light

Is a momentary bliss.

My fingers dig into 

The warm outside-earth,

But claws drag me back 

To the place of my birth.

Sanity is leaking out,

Leaving me in confusion.

Everything is stirred together:

Reality and illusion.

My fingers grow colder

From my freezing heart

Which circulates frosted blood

To every still-warm part.

As I see no one comes

To pull me out,

My face turns weary 

From a growing doubt.

My fingers, trembling,

Let go one by one.

Sinking below, 

I say goodbye to the sun. 

Reviews

[Susanna F]

Wow. Moving symbolism for feelings I've known too well. Wonderful piece.

[ImagineItAll]

Strangely depressing and vivid. The imagery is wonderful.