Word of the Day Challenge #108-Untitled Poem

It’s hard
ya know?
With each thimbleful
each swallow
darkness grows
sucking me down
craving grows
grows
until it is all I think of.
Sweet nectar
spilled over tongue
whispered
succulent promises
desire
naked
upon my face
eyes glazed
not sure how I got here
where I am.
It’s hard 
ya know?
Judging eyes
boring into me
hearing hisses
snaked tongue
gossip
pulling me down
pulling me to hell
why
do they hate me so?
What have I done?
It’s hard
ya know?
Watching
destruction of beauty
of intelligence
not understanding
inky shadows
tormented waking nightmares
twisted
crawl forward
no longer hearing
no longer feeling
letting go
I am sorry
I can no longer hold you upright.
©July 28/20
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