Everything Gets Muddled

Nobody tells you about the utter destruction your own mind can do to you

It chews up everything you come into contact with

You think you can go just one day without the cages coming down on you?

You’re wrong.

 

Run, running, running but never getting anywhere;

Haven’t you been here before?

Seen this exact moment before?

Wide eyes without focusing on anything.

 

When you lost all hope- it comes,

Without any warning- no fog horns to get you above the rocks

The light misses the moment when you could have saved yourself

But you’re already crashed upon the waves

Waiting, waiting for the storm to past.

 

Vines creep upon your legs snaking up until it binds your entire body

Then it squeezes you

In its snarling embrace.

 

Everything gets muddled.

The voices around you become white noise

Unable to distinguish what’s in front of you

Versus what’s behind you.

 

The last grip you had?

It’s letting go

Unable to hold on anymore

You fall.

 

Falling, falling into a familiar cycle

Wondering when this vicious cycle will end.

Hoping one day that you will have courage

Courage to grip on harder and call for aide.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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