My world has run dry.
Days are so dark,
stark in contrast
with clear blue skies.
I breathe, but I don’t feel it.
Every single inhale and exhale
hits like a sledgehammer on stone.
In the deep trenches of my soul,
I crave to climb out,
but the darkness keeps pulling me in.
It’s what I know—
it’s where I “live.”
Based in Cape Town, Adri writes as a hobby, putting pen to paper only when she feels it in her soul.