Self-Loathing

Step after step I move forward. Into the abyss, Into the pit Black, thick, silent, The pool is filled Yet the tar is so bleak and empty. Fully submerged there is nothing, Nothing but me Nothing to smell hear or see So I focus on me My weaknesses My faults My mistakes I feel all the pain as the air leaves my lungs As the pressure of all that I’ve done bears down upon my chest and back. Bones bend and muscles contract. That last bit of air Right before sweet eternal sleep Escapes into the darkness And for that moment the pain stops and the pressure fades… I am cold. I am lost. Floating back to the top… I inhale And life is restored…until next time.