The darkness I find myself in
Morphs to a long unending tunnel
No up, no down, nor side to side
Just an extreme length of blackness
My mind clawing for relief
Instead creates pin points of brightness
Distant figments of light
Flicker erratically, tormenting my psyche
Tunnel begins closing in
Squeezing smaller and smaller until claustrophobic
Moving forward is ideal, yet mired
By oppressive forces nearly impenetrable
Insane mind playing tricks on me
Alternately bringing hope and despair
Until there is nothing left but numb
An empty ennui of hollowness
An illogical fear of finality
The feeling of plateau then status quo
Pondering the "why bother" of disillusionment
A sad acceptance of never more
