The Fallen

I found suddenly,
A deep dank hole
Beneath me
As I became to know the fallen

I fell down to its dark marshes
Sinking agonizingly slow in the muck
Stuck, the hatred and vile thoughts
Sticking and clinging to my skin

I tried to find some sense of hope in my heart
But found only the evil blackness
Swimming with the monsters
Far too fearful to face

They ignored my pleas for help
‘They’, the people that are warden to me

They held me in their arms
Peered at me with eyes void of essence
Comforted me with their empty words
In the world that had faded
Into shades of shadow

Their voices so bittersweet
Told me of the sanctuaries
So, I submit with heart oppressed
And relinquished to them my wrists
So pale and thin
And let them clamp on their
Poisonously repulsive shackles
So cold and imprisoning

Day upon day dissolved
Into nothing but another day
And as they passed
I became too fatigued to understand
Anything but having nothing

Time crawled and seemed to
Linger where it didn’t belong

But of course, belonging
What did it mean to belong?
In this world where ‘belonging’
Meant being the possession and slave
To your master

Soon my thought scattered
To reveal something
Meant to be long lost: escape

Run
Hide
Before they come back
Before time has long past

And so I did run
But lingered too long
They had become a part of me
As I was a part of them

And so I became to know the fallen
As they became to know me

Perhaps far better than they were meant to.