An Abyss

I fell in a hole today.

Actually, I’ve been there for a while.

But I keep getting back up and falling back in.

And the fall grows a bit longer each time.

The ground, gets a bit harder.

The first time I fell, you pushed me in.

And my heart broke when I hit the ground.

But the hole wasn’t that deep.

So I climbed out, and I was angry.

Fire burnt from my eyes to the soles of my feet.

But I slipped on the fire, and fell back in.

That time, the impact broke my conscience.

And your hole got deeper.

I climbed out, but I couldn’t feel, anything.

I turned and stared into this, growing abyss.

And it looked back at me.

Challenging me.

So I stepped forward.

And that time, my sight shattered.

I clawed my way out, but I couldn’t see you there.

You had left.

It was just me, and the abyss.

So I spread my arms like wings, and fell backwards.

Like a dying dove.

I laid there, far beyond six feet under.

And I realized, I couldn’t climb out this time.

I told myself it was your fault, that this was your hole.

And it was yours, at one point.

But I had turned it into something much deeper, and darker.

It was mine now.

It was just me, and my abyss.