LOST WEEKEND

This unrelenting fatigue
creeps over me
Like a blanket cold and wet
Icy chills wrap themselves
Around me
As I slip into the chasm that is
Dark
Damp
Dreary…
And I
Sink down into it
And feel the empty
Black hole…
The terrible tired
Almost unbearable
The sound is a silent scream
The smell Is ugly and foul
this lonliness awful
It is deep
And dark
And pulls at me
With its knarled fingers
Grabbing me and pulling me down
Into the pit
Alone
Afraid
Aware
Of my sadness
Sucked into
The awful place
unable to move
Heart aching
Soul ripped open
With wanting to get up
All the while
Crying for
strength
praying it will be here soon.....