Down The Rabbit Hole

 I traced a whisper down to the hollow ground,

Its echo touches softly on my spine.

The air grows thick; the walls begin to sound

A clock that chimed in a voice not like mine.

The dirt beneath me twisted into air,

My shadow stretches and whispers in my ear.

I called my name, but nothing answered there;

Just the echoes warping, bent beyond the sphere.

Everything goes dark, then I awake.

The weight of thought no longer holds on tight.

My hand feels light, my mind begins to break,

Stillness settles in what I think is night.

No longer bounded by anxiety.

A peace seeps in, frosting over my heart.