Poetry

Your Own Misery

Down
Down in the depths of
Nothingness

 

You can only look down

 

The ground trembles
The earth is moving
Your little hole of misery
Throws rocks down
A rain of pain.

 

Bright lights
Scream in your peripherals
Your soul is determined to see
It simply can’t be ignored
There’s a hand above you.

 

You have to look up.

 

You have been found.
The hole of misery
Dug by your own doubts
Blood, sweat and tears
Wasted

 

You have to get back up.
And you do.
Again.

 

It doesn’t look so bad from out here.

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