Calling to me.

Attempting a new format here so bear with me.

The fire that once burned brightly is dimming and 

the darkness that surrounds it grows closer, 

sending chills down my spine and draining me 

of what little life I have within me. 

These stone pillars begin to crack from abandonment, this

 forsaken prison. Forgotten. Like me. Nature begins to reclaim these worn

 walls. So, too, shall it reclaim me. There is no hope, 

for it left with everything else.

Thump. Thump. Thump Thump. ThumpThumpThump. I can hear my heartbeat quicken in the maddening silence of my mind. Fear has 

become my only companion in this decaying, stone palace. Falling pieces that awaken me at night.

Startled. Alone. Weak. These walls crumble day by day, 

but I remain the same. Unmoved, afraid to 

move. But the moonlight struggles to break 

through the cracks, to light the darkness in this place. 

Calling to me.

Author's Note

Let me know what you think about the imagery and overall writing.