for a shred of light
but the hole gets deeper,
tunneling through my mind.
When I get to the top
I seem to slip,
and when I climb the sides
the clouds start to drip.
It's like a glossy fog,
smudged with mud,
and how to get out,
is all I'm thinking of.
But deeper and darker
this endless pit becomes,
further eating me away,
until my senses go numb.
My blood runs cold
and my luck's run out,
though there's still a beat in my heart
my hopes lay riddled with doubt.
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