Feet First
I jumped in unknowing and hopeful. I gave until I had nothing left to give. Now I sit here waiting and watching. The sands of time trickle into the abyss where there are eyes blinded by the blackness and tendrils to touch and feel in the dark. I know there is a passageway somewhere but cannot find it. My strength is no longer present after holding this world on my shoulders. I am left fighting for air in gaseous atmosphere, coughing, choking until my lips are cracked dry. The cancer seeps into my nostrils and envelop me. There is no way out. Caged and uninspired I remain still, I am not here.
I stand here thinking that someone will come for me but no one has left the light on. No one is going to come for me. It has always been my job to do this, it is wrong of me to think otherwise. Disappointment grips my solar plexus and knocks the wind from me. Not a light in sight. Have I reached the bottom yet? I can't feel the ground so I must still be falling. I can't do this anymore. I do not want this.