The hole grows deeper as I dig to find my own resolve in this grave of deprivation caused by my indisposition. Does existing merit me to behold the illume that succeeds every lengthy tempest? Choking in the mud of agony I have reach my limit. Struggling with my own demons as they surround me taunting and yolking my certitude as I decend into the great divide. For the shame of facing my own existence is more than I can bare.
© Brandon Dale Henderson