Crumbling into the pit below headfirst, and all the light you had has dissipated like air

Flashlight turns on, but produces nothing but a shade of sickly yellow; incapable of penetrating darkness

Illusions project from your mind out into the emptiness

And you see a rope falling down from out of nowhere

It snakes down to reach you, but it comes short a foot or two – much higher than you can jump

But, then a white light like hope, invisibly emanates from that frayed mess -

Feeling like a mothers hug, fragmenting in brilliant color

Before exploding into smoke, because things have no logic here.

The light dims like a lightbulb, before finally going out

You’re left alone with nothing but screaming sadness, piercing your skin with its shrill audible

It’s tired, and each time you breathe, your lungs feel as if they’re trying to lift anvils: so you stop

Breathless seconds tick by, spent wondering what could be and what is.

You wonder how long it would take before your lungs collapse on themselves

And you see yourself in a mirror that has no logic, and you realize that all your hopes and dreams

Are nothing more than ink splotches that are inseparable from the darkness

And with every second spent in darkness, it feels like sanity is stolen from your mind

All hope feels lost: uncertainty, that is what black feels like