Spiral

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Spiral

Spiraling out of control
Looking for something to grab
I can't find my lifeline
This is beginning to be too much
I can't find my footing
There's no one to touch
This chaos is taking over me
What's right or wrong
Who knows anymore
Happiness is a state of mind
I can't afford it
My soul is dying
I am trapped in this spiral
Please make it stop
I'm losing myself
I just want to be comfortable
Just held still
No more spinning
This never slows
Always running circles
Anger consumes as does sadness
Happiness is a shy thing
Random keys press at my brain
Nothing fits
There is no silence
Only the constant ringing
The constant screams inside.
No peace
No escape
Everything is blending
Nothing is clear
Where is my backdoor
If I can find it
I can be free

 

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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