Cracks and Faults

Spinning

I succumb to the spiral. 

It pulls me down-- it is a whirlpool with no end. 

I struggle, but I already know it's hopeless. 

Struggling only makes it worse.

Like quicksand I sink, at the mercy of an invisible force. 

I want to scream, but my voice is already far to hoarse. 

Strings have tied my hands behind me,

There is darkness for as far as I can see.

The air has been replaced with desolation. 

Still, I do not know my destination. 

Could this go on forever? I wonder. 

How could I have made such a blunder?

I see lights, but they offer no solace.

They blankly stare at me: aweless.

The hole pulls me even farther in. 

Going deeper and deeper than I've ever been.