fallen
in a ditch
looking around
circles
gazing up
a small hole
patch of light
no one
to pull
understandably so
for fear
of being pulled in
irony
only each other
to help
one another
out
grasping
still I
climb & claw
bloody the walls
futile attempts
turn and face
your demons
your truth
standing before
you
a thousand screams
never to be heard
in echoing silence
feeling violent
to reach you
teach you
stop fighting
stop falling
swallowing
dirt
spit
and rise above
ground