Blackness All Around

I see nothing but torment.

I see nothing but pain. I imagine looking back and seeing how heavy it was. How hard it was. How unspectacular it was.

It is my burden. The cross I have to bear.

As each day goes on and I get further and further away from the good days. The light I was once connected to gets smaller and smaller.

This is not a tunnel.

This is not even a cave.

There is darkness all around me.

I exist in a world that is black.