A strong force is pulling me, I'm falling,
Flailing through the abyss of twilight.
A thousand times I hear my name, someone calling,
Present mind, absent body, screaming into the light
All without moving a muscle.
Questions bouncing around my head
Escaping in the form of sweat
I know that this will never end
Somehow it seems the forces are colliding
Thoughts in my mind desperate to escape
I don't know why but I just keep hiding
I want to scream but on my mouth is tape.
It's name is anxiety, but I call it pain.
As I sit there that never-stopping train,
The two-fold path begins to approach.
I am faced with a choice regarding my chain.
All without moving a muscle.
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Poetry from the Abyss
PoetryThis is just a compilation of all the poetry that I've written throughout the course of a few years. Feel free to read it, or don't. It's up to you.
