Oppression and Free falling

Opression Too oppressive for comfort, the proximity Life with its array of shades, hues and shadows Encumbered by words said and unsaid Sentiments unspoken, muffled and silenced Confusion vine like, slowly and surely rooting, sprouting to spread tentacles wide Deadweights holding back the soul..too many From floating onwards to free falling, Like castaways, entwined and entangled by spiders, nets, not of the earthly kind Webs carelessly conceived and constructed An elaborate facade of untruths All consuming darkness, of the immoderate quality, Enthralled in its own gloominess, the absence of light, subsumed by madness The creator and those who ceaselessly perpetuate, vacuously