Poem about bottom

I'm sinking.

I sink deeper and deeper.

I only see the abyss.

I have the impression that I am going through all the earth's crust.

I can't wait to hit.

To know it's over.

I imagine a bang.

It echoes in my head.

But I can't fall.

No way to hear that bang.

It's like an eternity.

I have touched the bottom of my life.

I wonder if it's hell.

It shouldn't be.

They say I'm not a bad person.

As soon as others say that,

I believe it is so.

I expect to wake up.

But it's not a dream.

I'm at the bottom.

Sudden silence.

Is silence the bottom?

Is that the way to heaven?

Perhaps it is.

Or perhaps I should get up,

and keep going.

Author: Musician

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