Earth's magnetic pull,
Drags me into the unknown,
Sinking through the abyss,
No end in sight.
Numbness takes hold as oxygen fades away,
Silent thoughts, for deafness wins,
A blind wanderer, seeking paths unseen,
In search of direction, self's essence isn't near.
Senseless it all appears,
Instincts scream, irrational,
A symphony of life, a chaotic dance,
Numbness cloaks perception's door.
Striving to decipher hidden script,
Illiterate to the symptoms unmasked,
Deeper toward the abyss I drift,
How can I escape gravity's grip?
How might I reemerge?
Answers within grasp reach,
Sensory deprivation all consuming,
The soul is looking for a filling,
While experiences blend, expand, relentless.
Is there a way to stop it?
Sadness,
The sickened abyss bears its name,
Is it terminal or is there a cure?
The question echoes, unanswered.
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Echoes of the Abyss: An Illness Within
PoetryIs sadness an illness, or does it merely resemble one? Embark on an emotional journey, metaphorically guided by Earth's magnetic forces. The descent into an abyss becomes a profound metaphor for navigating through intense sadness. Numbness envelops...
