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Sink Hole
The feeling is never gone,
the fissure is never closed.
The gravity pulls me in,
to a place where I can't escape.

I try to climb out.
I try to escape,
but the walls so high up,
I see no end.

The walls crumble around me,
as tremors shake me uncontrollably.
The sand starts to surround me.
The pressure is unbearable.

The sand falling around me, The pressure starts to build.
Soon I can't move, my chest is constricted, and I can't catch my breath.
No room for my lungs to expand, to fill with life essence.

I take one last look at the blue sky above, so beautiful, but so far away.
I open My eyes, and look around.
Im back in the kitchen, but the feeling won't go away.
A sinking fissure, a sink hole inside me.
© Whin21