Every day I slide further into the abyss,
my once strong grips are now amiss.
The mud is pulling me into its wet body,
there seems to be no way out for me.

I struggle and fight against the mire,
but it only seems to tighten its hold on my attire.
The weight of stress is swallowing my body whole,
I can feel it consuming me down to my very soul.

The darkness surrounds me, closing in,
I try to push through, but I can't seem to win.
Time is running out, the clock is ticking away,
I fear I won't see another day.

I cry out for help, but no one seems to hear,
I am alone in this struggle, drowning in fear.
The abyss whispers to me, calling my name,
it's tempting to give in, to let go of this pain.

But I fight against it, with all my might,
I refuse to let the darkness take me in its spite.
I push through the mud, clawing my way out,
I refuse to let this abyss be my final bout.

And finally, with one last burst of strength,
I break free from the mud's entwining length.
I stand tall, victorious over the abyss,
I am not defeated, I am not remiss.

Every day I slide further into the abyss,
but I will not let it consume me, I will persist.
For I am stronger than the darkness that threatens to swallow me,
and I will fight on, no matter how tough it may be.

Tomaž Jevšenak