The four corners of the dark gloomy waxy walls press in on me. Closer and closer they get, every inch they suffocate me even more. It's like a drowning, the needles of water poke my lungs, every breath I take I sink farther, farther down. There is just cold abhorrent darkness in this soggy bog of a chamber. I try harder and harder to release myself but the walls keep closing in closer and closer. Every breath I take it gets darker and darker, harder and harder. Shall I just surrender myself to this pitiful mess of bog? All the people I love watch me sink deeper and deeper into this mucky mess, cold damp, and sticky. I am suffocating in my own dread, there is no way to escape this thick cloudy mess. Alas I see a rope! Extending from the very small drafty top window of my cold dark chamber. Alas the rope 'tis not strong enough, frayed, crackled and broke. That little moment of hope, like a dove flying above, the trees blowing in the wind, the fluffy clouds passing by! Hope, that hope was enough to keep me from surrendering to this dark boggy chamber. That little glimpse of spacious light, the fertility of it. Till the next time a frayed rope comes down from my soggy chamber wood frame.
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Wonderland poetry
PoetryThis book will be a collection of poetry made by me. A journey through sadness and happiness, and the abstract journey through wonderland.
