Rabbit Hole
I'm tumbling, stumbling, falling and fast.
The colors that used to seem so sharp and precise begin to blur.
Teetering so perilously close to the edge groping blindly for a handhold.
Struggling still but I'm losing ground.
I search in vain for a way out.
But it eludes me and I'm so afraid of slipping.
Falling head first into the rabbit hole being unable to pull myself out.
The things and the people that used to keep me grounded slip away.
And I'm alone without rhyme or reason.
Each step I take is on shaky ground. So close to falling.
Things seem so discouraging and bleak. My hand hunts for something tangible.
A fact hidden amongst all the lies.
So afraid of what will happen if I slip.
One wrong move may be my last.
I'm walking on eggshells and try to cry out.
But the silence engulfs me and blocks me off from the rest of the world.
I feel quarantined.
Needing to weep but being unable to form tears.
Stoicism sets in and I'm numb.
Wanting only to be on solid ground again.
Where the lines are clearly drawn. And mistakes aren't as fatal.
Then maybe I could feel something beyond this dreadful apathy.
And yet I continue to fall. Slipping into a world that is neither real nor unreal.
And I can't pull myself out.
A/N I'm not quite sure were this came from but here it is please tell me whatyou think this may be one of the most personal things i've written and I would like to gage where I am as a writer but I can only do that whith input.