The dirt is swallowing me.
Taking me under its surface-
This feeling is no longer,
Something that keeps me steady,
Something that keeps me sane.
I've become that solitary figure in the distance.
The one that can't be reached.
The one whose smile fades into a memory.
A memory of the old me,
The dead me.
The earth is swallowing me.
I cannot breathe.
This feeling, breaks me.
