Twisting and sliding through the grime of a nightmare.
Falling eternal, a scream trapped deep within,
extending and reaching for a hand hold of any kind.
Screaming and moaning, the soundtrack of a tortured soul.
Horrific images dancing before crazed eyes.
Pure undiluted fear running through veins hardened by adrenaline.
Time has no meaning, no beginning and no end.
Birth, Life, Death all an illusion.
The unknown swallowing your spirit,
to be replayed again and again seamlessly.
Kind, any hand hold reaching and extending,
within deep trapped a scream. Eternal falling.
Twisting and sliding through the grime of a nightmare.
Aimee Pruitt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rabbit-hole/
