Sink Hole (Poetry)

You have me held so tight within your grip

No matter how hard I struggled to breathe,

To be freed, instead I start to sink deep

In my frustration and despair, I seethe.

‘Til when are you goin’ to imprison me,

Strangle me with doubts and so much worry?

‘Til when will I, from this hell, be set free?

I fear there’s no end yet for this story.