Clawed back to the depths,
The horrid darkness.
From managing to escape.
The past trying to claim and capture.
To wrap around my neck,
Throw me out,
Stamp out my soul.
If any is left.
Being clawed back to the depths.
Recovery cut short.
Loss, recovery, sadistic brutality.
The mind thrashing,
Against the inside of my brain.
The night sky around,
No sleep to take hold.
Not such a peaceful end to this torture.
Being clawed back to the depths,
The horror and thrashing calmed.
By time, friends, realisation.
To claw myself out,
Out from the darkest depths.
Before an onward journey forward.
Feeling. Not better. But. Don’t know. Can’t get to sleep as it’s hurting. Thinking is hurting. But a bit better writing this, close friends by my side, help I don’t deserve, people I’d give my life for in a heartbreat. People I care more than anyone.