Black

I can’t get out
as the black threatens to consume.
Beckoning to engage in a deathly bout.
It’s a foregone conclusion that I can’t be free
as my fears bind me stronger than shackles.

Imprisoned in an existence without action to
float through life like a falling rose petal.
Slow
and
Lethargic.
To hit the ground with no visible impact.
terrors taking away the initiative
to jump out
and live.