The Sociopath

Captivated and hopeful that
this hole has and
end.
The sun overhead,
over the edge, is
beckoning to me,
calling my name,
mesmerizing and urging me
to climb,
dig my fingers into
the walls of this mine
and claw my way
up and away from
this incarceration but,
I am standing down
in the ground,
surrounded on all sides,
teetering on the
precipice of deadness;
I am emotionless,
empty and drained
of energy.
The star above,
just a star,
is very far away and
its voice has become
difficult to hear and
I am

wide-eyed and terrified that
I cannot help that
I have become very, very
sad.