Alone

Alone Alone I feel myself slipping into the darkness of an abyss. Drowning grasping at complete nothingness with a stench of death and despair. Mind racing of thoughts I normally can’t recall, viewing in my mind like a slideshow. Continuing to feel myself fall, sharp pinch, I’m not dreaming! I try screaming but no sounds escape my lips, growing more frantic Now I begin to panic there’s no more holding it together! Ascending, descending unsure if I’m alive or dead, possibly a night terror? All the torment throughout my life I’ve endured, No light at all ahead. Horrors of my life’s trauma, driving me bat- crazy all the devastation and loss. On my chain I wear a cross around my neck, I’ve hit rock bottom yet still continue to sink. I don’t like it here preferring refuge of my captures slum although fearsome I am. There up is up sometimes slanted down is always down even though at red oblique. Someone with regard, taking my hand, not taking me for granted seeing I’m unique. This is possibly my plots ending or merely exposition of my story…. Trauma that can’t be forgotten reenacting memories I hold dearly! 8 aO? Caroline Foister Only new 9/17/19 poetrysoup.com