HEAD SPACE

May 23, 2023

 

I hear voices —
More than once, 
twice... or thrice

Just something,
Echoing, screaming and,
Clanging.

My vision so impaired
My mind so clouded
And my being so erratic.

Life had been so good,
But it spiral right before me
Leaving me high and dry

Nothing means nothing
And everything means nothing
For I was off even before I could on

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