There's a Sink Hole in Me

There's a sink hole in me. It twists and turns, takes all that I feel. Sinks deeper and deeper before I can heal. The lights in my eyes have started to dim. The bright sun is setting and the nighttime is grim. My center is shaking and quaking ready to lapse, but it slows and it stops and it lifts and retracts. 

There's a sink hole in me