Interminable hours of arduous struggle leads to my inevitable defeat.
I collapse onto my mattress, falling through an infinite abyss.
They consume me.
It seems so tangible yet so abstract,
Like gazing into a shattered mirror.
Almost as if I’m a passenger on a train of thought,
Not knowing my destination.
Where did it go so wrong?
Running away from something my imagination conjured into a twisted reality.
Can’t get away.
Gasping for air.
Is it over?