The Deep, Deep Dark

It’s always there.

The deep, deep dark.

Gnawing at the edges of my mind

sending its tendrils to grasp me

and pull me into insanity.

It is always watching

waiting

for that moment to whisper to me

when I am low.

It reminds me, I am that which I have done.

I am a fake, a failure, worthless.

I will never ascend

from this pit.

This pit that houses

the deep, deep, dark.