Backrooms
Endlessness is what I fear.
Eternity expanding beyond my comprehension.
An ocean with no life raft.
I dream in circles and cycles that lead nowhere.
I fear madness too.
My bipolar father
showing us the nonsensical
and indecipherable
scavenger hunt map
he was so proud of,
my own family history
and the possibility
that someday
I may be
trapped in a surreal state
of unreality,
speaking a language no one else can decipher,
wandering
the untrustworthy halls of my own mind
forever.
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Love how you begin with the classic liminal image of the backrooms then bring us deeper into your own mind and fears. Well done!