Do you know
how cold
the bottom of that
pit is?
I keep winding up there,
gasping for the light
I know is just above.
But, I’m drowning
in my own darkness
and the shadows you cast.
It is so harsh
that I cannot fight
them off anymore.
Their fury,
combined,
is an undoing.
But
I have already
been undone
so I can’t help but wonder,
When there’s nothing left,
What will I become?