In a hole
Getting out
Stuck and spiraling
What do I cling to
It fills me
Completely overtaken
By the drought
By the overflow
Of my soul
It is all consuming
And raw
Scratches at my surface
Until it reaches
My core
Wondering
And waiting
Will it get
Better
How did it
Begin
When will I swim
Out
When will the turmoil
Subside
And life begin
To fill me once more
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