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A Broken Mind
It rolls in without a sound
like the fog billowing forth
from the still of the night.
It's a poison not made of candy,
but of bitter helplessness.
Tears burn the corner of my eyes
as if acid leaks from my body.
Every turn I fight this miasma.
Some understand the powerhouse
and how it cripples the mind and body.
Now, summer's drama is ending
and I find myself with winter's issues
waiting to sweep down the mountain.
Tragedy looms with the descent
and I don't know if I'll survive its advent.
Already the depression and apathy
crush me more than anything
that rushes down the side of a mountain.
Nothing eases this bile my mind spews.
I struggle and scream, but I'm too tired...
© Hesher John
like the fog billowing forth
from the still of the night.
It's a poison not made of candy,
but of bitter helplessness.
Tears burn the corner of my eyes
as if acid leaks from my body.
Every turn I fight this miasma.
Some understand the powerhouse
and how it cripples the mind and body.
Now, summer's drama is ending
and I find myself with winter's issues
waiting to sweep down the mountain.
Tragedy looms with the descent
and I don't know if I'll survive its advent.
Already the depression and apathy
crush me more than anything
that rushes down the side of a mountain.
Nothing eases this bile my mind spews.
I struggle and scream, but I'm too tired...
© Hesher John
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