A cascade of tears
Flow down my face
My heart becomes
A cavern of empty dreams
There is no next chapter
Written from here
I must start over
Hone a new craft
That will become me
Hold my head high
And wear the crown
That carries hope
I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane. -Edgar Allan Poe
A cascade of tears
Flow down my face
My heart becomes
A cavern of empty dreams
There is no next chapter
Written from here
I must start over
Hone a new craft
That will become me
Hold my head high
And wear the crown
That carries hope
The pain of the mind
Rarely obvious
To the casual observer
The body reacts
Sickness erupting within
Spreading out
Now seen
The illness treated
Though the mind
Remains in agony
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Stomach in knots
Queasy and afraid
On the wallowing ship
Of life
Tension throughout
The body
The mind
Waiting
Waiting
Thump
The other shoe drops
The ship overturns
Once again
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The mind
Past pulling me down
No escaping
No living in the now
Only dreams
No breath
No life
Chained by the ankle
Will run when beast is sleeping
No escape for now
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Feeling low
Let it blow
Over. This nastiness
Drained of happiness
Absence of mind
No way to rewind
Nothing but a hiccup
Some may say
Hiccup after hiccup
And it never goes away
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It’s too broad
Reign it in
Slow it down
Use your head
Stop daydreaming
Grow up
They tear you down
Narrow your dreams
Force conformity
Push back
Keep your head in the clouds
Feel everything
Experience it all
Never stop dreaming
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Quick sand
The mind
Past pulling me down
No escaping
No living in the now
Only dreams
No breath
No life
Chained by the ankle
Will run when beast is sleeping
No escape for now