Wandering in darkness alone trying to find a grope, But yet I finding not a glimpse of hope. Slow moving fingers touch to find my way, But with each foot fall, my heart betrays. The fear which drives me through each day. Suddenly the ground is lost to me, as my flailing arms as if someone has my body’s tossed. Splashing down in the crimson pools, I feel the warm embrace is much too cruel, I curse this as a very lowly and wretched fool. Floundering in this self made hell by myself, Warmth increasing as I might dwell, Within the confines of this that I create, Screaming at myself, I berate,  I shall be giving in to this, because it is my fate.