Falling

dark well 2

 

Drowning in the past.

An endless painful fall.

Unforgiven acts.

No way up to crawl.

 

Tightening are the walls.

My body is shaking.

A spiral with no air.

My soul is suffocating.

 

Sweat springing down my chest.

Desperation in a blast.

Punishment’s attack –

when it comes, it lasts.

 

Absence of self-love

finds in this fall a manifestation.

When self-love

is the sole possible salvation.

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