Nope, This Ain't It

In my head lives a maelstrom

Unrelenting, ever so forbidding.

It swallowed me whole,

and I was certain that

my days were numbered.

It was not until I heard

a soothing voice saying,

“hush now, everything will be okay”

“hush now”

“hush now”

...or so I thought.

 It was an onslaught.

For a while, it did keep me in check.

For a while, it did keep me sane.

Little did I know it would break my back.

Little did I know it would drive me insane.

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