SCRABBLING
Around in this
Dark, dark
Damp, damp
Quagmire
Feeling
Rootling
Digging
Feels like drowning
Sinking
Dying
Going under
Going down
In and
Around in the quagmire
The stench
Making me wretch
Overwhelming
Overpowering
Engulfing my senses
Overthrowing my senses
Emotionally
Physically
With a grasp of the hand
Gripping so tightly
This chain that I hold
I will break free
Free of the burdens
The darkness
The gloom
The shadows
The blackness
The obscurity
The dark clouds a scudding
Across the dark, dark sky
Streaks of lightening
Crackling
Crashing
Cracking
Thunder
Rumbling
Banging
Booming
All around
This won’t deter me
This chain will be broken
Shattered
Destroyed
Wrecked
And ruined
The stench disappearing
The light shining on
Where it belongs
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
21st June 2012
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