Dreadland

I’ve fallen into Dreadland,

the well seems to grow deeper

as I fall, bottomless,

dark, mossy, with

brackish water sliming

stones, drip by drip.

Incessantly wet.

I try climbing

tearing nail one after another

only to fall back

into the morass of despair.

Night shadows darker

until finally . . .

I chance to gaze up

to see the stars

glistening in beauty

showing me there’s another direction

and giving me strength

to begin the climb to freedom

once again

 

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