i lost my footing and tripped into a torture chamber
landing, wide-eyed, squinting about unable to find a way out
strained wrinkles messing my face, a rearranged place that mind-shadows cast years ago in half-lit rooms, i ran in circles, a single cloud followed my gloom
after days trapped alone i started building my tomb, until i heard whispers from above, something about a dove and desert blooms
faint glimpses of hope under half moons
happiness kept at bay, waiting out the storm
i missed my chance
contrasts, duality blasts, me and you
one morning, by my best estimation, i found my words
i screamed through echo chamber hallways that led me to fluorescent buzzing, illuminating everything, obnoxiously
i can’t hide!
how do i know when i’m good enough?
without the ability to fall again
through the floor
how much lower?
this is the end?
i can’t trip again, into your hole
free to die
speaking my mind