Well of Scrutiny. (poem)

Shadows are climbing the walls,

scratching the bricks as they clamor

to reach the hole that is slowly opening up.

Shivers run up my spine,

as the dust settles around.

Looking your demons in the eyes,

is never an easy thing to do.

Like a mirror, but as deep as a pool,

reflecting your darkest fears,

your insecurities glaring like a neon sign.

Silently calling your name from the dark corner,

beckoning you to come just a little closer.

Devouring the light,

like icing on cake.

Questioning your sanity,

as the hole grows bigger, yet the light grows dimmer.

The silence crashes all around you,

falling in waves with the intermittent burst of giggles.

You struggle to not blink,

scared the shadows will carry you away.

Don't be afraid.