I pushed my subconscious up a hole in the floor

The room above is dark, I pushed the darkness away and stretched out to get a sense of the space

A child is revealed in the darkness, alone and tears streaming down their face

‘You don’t have to carry your burdens alone son,’ I tried to say, but nothing came

He was alone as I was, both of us powerless

I could feel his pain, a fiery rage burning out of control

Unable to help, unable to do anything to ease his pain, I began to feel myself being pulled through the hole in the floor

He suffers as I do, but he has been forced to walk alone.

The darkness begins to return, I can feel myself slipping back into the voided maw of sorrow.

I’ll be back, I won’t give up on you my son…