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Round Trip...
Depression creeps in
like a thief in the night,
not looking for gold,
only your sanity.
It’s vice clamps your mind
It’s hands turn the screw, I
scream at the pain, the pressure,
my mind explodes into fragments
and collects in the abyss of
uncertainty. Where, when
I no longer know. I grasp
to stop the fall, I pray to Him to
save me. Anybody, anything!
Suddenly, an angel in white.
Things will be alright.
He holds the magic wand,
One prick of the needle
And I’m saved.
like a thief in the night,
not looking for gold,
only your sanity.
It’s vice clamps your mind
It’s hands turn the screw, I
scream at the pain, the pressure,
my mind explodes into fragments
and collects in the abyss of
uncertainty. Where, when
I no longer know. I grasp
to stop the fall, I pray to Him to
save me. Anybody, anything!
Suddenly, an angel in white.
Things will be alright.
He holds the magic wand,
One prick of the needle
And I’m saved.
Published 29th Apr 2020
Author's Note
The pain of uncertainty, loss
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29th Apr 2020 7:18pm
Excellent write here 👏🙌 I so deeply feel and relate to this piece
"It’s vice clamps your mind
It’s hands turn the screw, I
scream at the pain, the pressure,
my mind explodes into fragments
and collects in the abyss of
uncertainty"
Such a great description and imagery
Well done I love this
"It’s vice clamps your mind
It’s hands turn the screw, I
scream at the pain, the pressure,
my mind explodes into fragments
and collects in the abyss of
uncertainty"
Such a great description and imagery
Well done I love this
29th Apr 2020 8:16pm
