1/2/2019

the crushing weight
of
depression
has been
dangling from my neck
like an anchor lately

it’s been a week
at least
since i have felt
like being
an active participant
in my own play

but
the tendrils of mania
seem to be
beckoning
again

i can make out
the faint song
of
the words
whispering
through the darkness

be prepared

the fool is awakening

hopefully
the collapsing cave
is shallow enough
to escape from

i so miss the light

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