Dead

Stumbling
Grasping
Blind as a bat
Just when I’ve think found a foothold
The rock face slips away

Tumbling
Falling
So far down
With the dark comes cold
And silence so deafening it hurts

Spinning
Whirling
Out of control
I need warmth and light
I long for it.

They say you need to hit the bottom
If I do I know I won’t make it back up
Back up to that pinprick of light
So high above me

Echoes of laughter and joy from days gone by
Circle in my head, like vultures
Waiting until every last bit of hope is cold
And dead.