Down

Down to the deep pitch

darkness of despair

to the rotting decay and

heaps of refuse

Down

Down further, blindly

groping through reeking

passageways of filth as

the stench of failure clogs nostrils,

chokes, kills

Down

Down in mazes and circles,

lost in dizzying disorientation

and nauseating confusion,

traveling

Down

Down, having lost all dreams

and being damned to nothing

because for you

there is nothing left.