Engulfed

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Am I draining myself?
Losing grip, stumbling.
Blinking fast, breathing hard.
Confused. i am questioning myself...

Have I survived? YES.
Have I lived? Not sure.
I am at loss for words;
for hope, for strength.

With every step, I am losing
a part of myself.
A bit of all I once had,
is escaping, moving away.

Yet, I do not withdraw...
I can not.
Because, it takes more to let go
than to hold on...

I do not know
where I am heading to.
With much at stake,
I have lost direction.

Slowly, I know,
the dark is evading.
The edges have blurred.
The light obscure.

 Maybe I am draining from myself.
A little at a time, escaping from myself.
The grip is unsteady, slacking...
No strength to resist, as the dark engulfs.


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