Trapped
Trapped underground.
Muck filling my mouth, making it impossible to breathe.
Roots tangled around my legs.
I can't get free.
My body so weary.
My soul beyond exhausted.
Teetering on that very fine line between giving up or continuing on.
The promise of rest, in letting go.
So sweet and alluring.
Yet there's a strong pull that compels me to continue trying to claw my way to the surface.
I have no bearings of knowing how much further I have to travel.
At the surface, the world carries on.
Oblivious of my struggle to escape from the depths.
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