Elucidating Questions

It’s the one that winds and the corners where you get lost in the shadows it’s filling with water

Slowly

Filling

There’s no floor to root to or a place to hide it grows deeper and every corner is a corner that I can’t get out of

Hand on the wall but it reshapes

Arrows pointed at the drowning flower.

So here in this place.

A silent queen who watches with disinterest. I cannot meet the eye, if I did I would break.

The wisher the dreamer the one who holds flame.

And the wild creature who flies under the guise of one when it’s freedom underneath the entire mound of dirt

The one who will always be there even when I will never trust the silence

At the bottom

With the monster.

Like a collection of nothing at the bottom staring at the top.

Two unnamed somethings

One nothing

One lie

And one monster.

I know well enough there is no one beside me at the bottom.

I’m alone in the dark maze of a mountain range that goes on for miles and I don’t know where I fell from

Empathy from the bottom reaching upwards and hoping to find empathy

Finding none

The growth was nothing in the face of the void that was met.

Dependability doesn’t mean anything on the bottom

There is no one to rely on, there is no one to trust

It’s all a nightmare,

It’s all my failure.

I look up the next

Is nothing but a solitary trek through the ice and cold, the trees are the only companion I will still be alone

There is only loss. There is only despair.

Any sense of success is merely a reminder of the failure that preceded.

Patience led to nothing. Patience means more silence.

Recovery.

Alone.

I will never recover these should all be reversed there is nothing

I am at the end and I tried to climb but it never mattered

Next all there can be is more silence and moving on will never overshadow the failure behind me

I will never overcome it.

Someone better would do a better job.

The wise stand at the top of the hill with arrows in their backs

The rich get richer as they own entire human lives.

At the very top?

Failure to communicate.

After all,

All I am is a failure who can’t communicate.

I’m at the bottom and I’ll never get back up from here.

I don’t want to do it alone again.

I’d beg but ugly faces begging just makes them uglier.