Pulling,

Pulling,

Pulling.

Pulling me down

Into the darkness of the well.

There's no escape,

And I've been down here enough to know that.

Vines hold your feet,

So you can't walk away.

They yank at you,

Trying to get you to come down with them,

Down into a world of sweet relief.

But then you have to leave everything behind,

And you're not part of their world anymore.

You miss your friends and family,

And know you can't go down with the vines.

It takes determination,

But you can break free

From their steely grasp.

When you escape,

It is only a matter of time

Before you're back down again.

But for right now,

I just bathe in the relief

Of being free.