Slipping Away

I often find myself in darkness these days Initially, it was like warmth of a blanket surrounding me It felt nice, so I tugged it closer The warmth is now suffocating I try to move it, but it won't budge and eventually i give in Everyday, I try running from it But it almost feels like every step is falling, as if it were quicksand trying to pull me in There's not a minute to breathe I don't know if I'd drown in the thoughts or sink in the sand Either way, surviving seems difficult Running in the same direction for hours, it scares me that What if there's no end to this tunnel? And what if there was one, but I end up falling anyways? And if at all there are many doors to this tunnel, what if the one I choose isn't the right one? I have no control over it There's a high chance that one of the steps might actually be steady and safe There might be a door that might land me in a life that I dream of Yet I can't stop running It is so tiring and there's not a second to catch my breath The questions provide no comfort, but there's nothing that provides comfort these days And often I end up in the darkness hoping to find some warmth in it