Save Me

The surface taunts me.

Every time I foolishly think I am about to break through that elusive surface it is snatched away.

Every time I deluded myself into believing I am about to finally feel the sun on my face, finally feel my lungs flood with fresh air, I am inevitably dragged back down to choke on darkness.

Why will this creature of oblivion not release me, not let me be free of this prison of hopelessness?

What sick pleasure does this being of my nightmares derive from caging me, suffocating me, keeping me locked it this chasm of doubts?

What's sad is this creature isn't isn't even real.

It is not a being created of flesh and blood that science fiction conjured up from the depths of someone's psychi.

The enemy is my own mind.

How do I defeat the source of my own damnation when committing such and act would destroy me?

How do I vanquish my own voice telling me I am worthless when doing so would in turn silence me?

How do I save me?


01/2021