I found myself in a cave, a cave of seclusion.
Abutted by bulwark and residue,
fleeing was a ludicrous thought.
Darkness encircled me,
it captivated me.
I shut my eyes to imitate the sensation of demise.
To feel it. To sense it. To feed off of it.
Perishment was my fantasy,
it was desired, romanticized.
Foreign to the loudness, the disturbance, I was once again.
Undisturbed, my passion for silence prospered.
With frantic desperation, it was claimed.
Were these emotions of illness?
Could the antidote be outside these rubbles?
Deranged by the catastrophe of a manic mind, my name was spelled.
As if an angel acquainted my sick spirit,
a spear of light pierced my vision.
A hole in the ruins I saw.
Notes of sound anguished me.
I squirmed in its rings.
Aggression struck as I dug through the debris seeking an escape.
I peeked my head out to elude suffering.
Color was introduced in a world of black.
Unfathomable beauty I pleaded.
Water descended off of a mountain into a pit of life.
The animals harmonized to the rhythm of the streaming water.
Coolness and innocence complemented the air I inhaled.
The whiteness of clouds glazed the horizon.
Blueness and greenness saturated my view.
I excavated myself out of the misery of darkness to magnificence.
It was a chance to live.
Another chance to feel.
The antidote was hope.
The drug life deals.
Taste a dose of it.