It is the darkest place one can travel alone, a solo journey filled with struggles and groans.
Everyday is a new battle against the same foe but the enemy fights back with psychological blows.
It creeps up on you in your most vulnerable state, especially when there is no one round who can relate.
Thoughts in your mind begin to swirl and swell which drag you into your own subconscious hell.
Figment and entities from your past serve as the pain which you can’t outlast.
Finally sleep always comes as a welcomed friend but in the morning the ceaseless battle begins yet again.
kelsey’s poems 