Inside

In this crowd of
Pretenders, I close my eyes
And fall into myself. I
Crash steadily through
The floors of my inner secrets;
Shrinking from the monsters,
Searching for the light.
My descent increases with
Each floor, falling faster and faster.
I brush through cobwebs
Too weak to hold me and carry this heavy weight.
Not a soul enters to save
Me, and i fear what I shall
Find once I hit the bottom.