Descent

 

Joy?

Grief?

Anger?

Fear?

Love?

Disgust?

Faith?

Hope?

Guilt?

Nostalgia?

Desire?

Pride?

Gratitude?

Nope.

None of it.

It’s none of it.

what I feel, is so intense

and deeply rooted

that, any expression fails

almost like my heart’s gonna burst out any minute now,

Badum, Badum, Badum.

Almost like it’s weighing me down,

Closer and closer to the earth’s core.

As if gravity desires me.

The bed that I’m lying on,

feels like “princess and the pea”.

Well I shift to the floor,

Why does it feel comfier here than on 10 mattresses layered?

Wait,

It’s consuming me,

The ground,

It’s pulling me to its core.

Gripping me so tight that I can barely move myself.

“Oh, dear me” I should exclaim with sorrow,

But I told you it’s not it,

In fact.. I feel good?

Poof!

I’m gone.

Well you could see my body lying on the surface,

But my soul?

It’s floating,

downwards.

A force so tight but warm?

“What is it?”, I should question

But I don’t want to?

As if I know what that is?

Wait it’s…

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                                                                                                         -crystal