inside of my own head.
A cavernous depth, a lightless gaol
a boundless pit of dread.
Its gaping maw didn’t beckon or lure,
I happened across it by chance.
But once inside, absolutely sure
it lulled me to a trance.
Its shiny slick ebony walls
shine back black at me.
I stare straight up, make lonely calls,
wait for someone to see.
Sitting in this endless trough
I hold on tight to hope.
Maybe someone will care enough
to throw me down a rope.