Choke

Over time, I let that seed of uncertainty
Bloom into a tree. A tree which cannot be cut down for me
A compulsion which befell every part of me. I had crawled back
Into the rabbit hole I thought I'd never return to, but I am accustomed

To avoid any leaves of self doubt amidst loved ones
The dirt and earth collapsed and trickled down above me
Behind me, as I burrowed deeper and deeper
The more I struggle, the more I die

Inevitability of darkness. What once was a seed of doubt
Are roots that shelter me and remind me where I belong
In a hole
I choke on the world
I choke on the world
And I swallow its contents painfully, yet willingly