Sitting in it.
Really sitting in your darkness.
The depths echo, and unfamiliar sounds arise.
You can't see your hand in front of your face,
There is no telling which way is up.
Something scurries past you, and all you can do is hope that the strange creature is friendly.
The air is heavy to breathe,
And your thoughts are the loudest scream.
There is no escaping,
Only sitting-
Listening,
Trying to understand and remain calm.
Alone and afraid,
But you try to be brave.
Taking it day by day.
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