Page 1, Words are temporary distractions from the bigger, bleaker picture.

Spiralling down into darkness

In a whirlpool of despair

No way up or out of here

Darker than the night after setting sun

Going in circles, getting nowhere

Words the only distraction

But it will be temporary

This small escape

Then it will swallow me whole

The black hole called self-loathing

Pulls me down once more

© Copyright 2013Kalika997 All rights reserved. Kalika997 has granted theNextBigWriter, LLC non-exclusive rights to display this work on Booksie.com.