I’m being dragged against my will,
dragged into a gloomy darkness.
my fingers clutch at the dirt as I go
but it is a useless fight; what is
pulling me along is much stronger than
I am, and I can’t stop. The slimy
hand that is clutching my ankle
refuses to let go and I slip into
the gray fog behind me. It
seems hopeless, and I’m losing my will
to fight, for all my fingers do is
make lines on the ground; they deter
nothing. Soon I will be in the monster’s
lair; a deep dark pit, and I will
never get out. It will tear me apart,
until I am no longer myself,
until I don’t care;
until I’ve lost my will to live.
then it will release me to stumble
around in the darkness, dazed, shaken,
and sad, and I will be stuck forever,
for there will be no escape. It
will happen soon, I can feel it
closing in on me, and then all
hope will be dead.

3/12/98