rabbit hole

just moments before, my fingers were digging into the earth above me, i could feel the warm sunlight on their tips as i grasped at the solid earth outside the edge of this hole. my other hand firmly gripping what i thought was a sturdy vine. i thought i finally had the strength to to pull my body out, but my fingers trembled and the vine gave way. with a climax and a crash, my body lays upon the cold ground at the bottom of this dark rabbit hole, a place that i had been trying so desperately to get out of. in the quake of the fall, i remain still. i lay on my back and i stare up at the tiny dot of light, not even big enough to give way to hope of escape. it seems even smaller now then it did before this encounter and my body seems even weaker. bruised and broken i lay here in this cavernous pit alone, wondering if i can find my way out or if ill remain imprisoned here.

Alone - Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then—in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent or the fountain,
From the red cliff or the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed my flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.