spiral

Falling into a downward spiral,

Everything now is about survival.

Clutching at the blades of grass,

And boxing up the fragile glass.

Smiles hiding inner torture,

Yet still ruining your posture.

At the bottom of the deep dark hole,

Turmoil broils into your soul.

Look up from this darkened abyss,

To find some inner-peace and bliss.

It’s hard to see the growing light,

Until it again,  becomes bright.