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Depth of the Well

Slowly I am lowered to the bottom of the well. Light from above grows dim. Darkness envelops me. I sink deeper, drowning in waters of hopeless dispair. Robe and slippers- my only comfort. Personal hygiene- too great a task. Only the empty shell of me exists. Gloom and foreboding taunt me. Mind and soul are weary. Sleep far too many hours. Social reclusiveness-my refuge, my shield from burdening acquaintance. I am encompassed in lonliness and fear. Floating alone in dark waters, I wonder, will the rope of life be lowered, will I escape this tangle of paranoia, and rise again from the depths? **** Rescued at last by tiny, pill life-rings, I grab hold... Suddenly, gray walls shine brightly. Daylight streams in from above. I begin to slowly climb out. At well's edge, I find relief; Free of torment. Free from the depths of depression.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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