In the unlikely event of self,
Pull the ripcord,
Wrench falling body from the spiral,
Caught in overwhelming current,
Led by all but you,
A chilling metronome reality,
Mind's molded to a beat,
Follow the drummer,
The baseline is enticing,
Seductive, addictive hypnosis,
Forming drones from individuals,
Lulled in by ease,
No need to be more than,
More than a moment,
Just exist for its own sake,
Sink into comfort and conform,
No chance for reform,
A current too strong to fight,
But fight,
One struggle may lose,
But water ripples with ease,
In the unlikely event of self,
Pull the ripcord.
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Dark Nights at Noon A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems about my struggles with mental health issues. Writing has always been an escape for me and it has exposed me to some of the most wonderful and creative people this generation has to offer. Their words continue to inspire me to...
