mental abortion
happens in the midst of
a devastating moment

it’s not a bad thing
for it attempt to abort
the initiation of another low

I start to run, jump, and crawl
clawing my way up the walls
of the abyss, not letting it take me

I feel my blood pumping
sweat and tears pouring
it’s hard not to give up

I scream with whatever
remains of my dying voice
a few more, just a few more!

temporal sanity restored
I lie on the floor letting
newfound hope wash over me

I am once again starting again
the journey to feeling more
than just infinite failures