It is dark when I open my eyes.
I am falling. I know I am.
Fear comes to visit.
Where am I?
How I got here?
Am I dead?

I keep falling at a fixed pace.
Not slowing down nor speeding up.
Stagnant.

How long have I been here?

Anger comes next.
I hate what’s happening now.
I hate whatever reason for this.
I hate myself for being clueless.
I hate God for doing this to me.

I keep falling at a fixed pace.
It seems endless.
The worst torment for me.
I am lost. Frail. Crushed.

I feel numb.
I am not brave nor scared.
I am not happy nor sad.
I am not alive nor dead.

The next, comes despair.
Let me go from this suffering.
Let me rest in agony if it helps.
Let me trade my freedom for death.
Let something happens rather than this.

Time becomes insignificant.
I could be here for eternity or a minute.
I am alone. I know I am.
I am falling. I know I am.
But i don’t know will I ever escape this.
I wish someone could save me.
No one would.  I know they won’t.

Only i could save myself.

Then i open my eyes from the nightmare.

But it is dark when I open my eyes.
I am failing. I know I am.