The darkness. A pit born into.

Found the strength to climb out years ago.

But it’s always there. Always pulling at me.

The ties are seductive; waving the prospect of happiness.

It’s a drug. Promising what you’re after, just to pull you back from it.

The future foreseen: I will try to escape its grasp. Then, look back in regret.

The pit will then be of my own.