Friday, 26 April 2013

Treading Water

Sanity slips slowly
comforting caustic chaos
enters my thoughts
and trips
perception
falling
drifting
sliding
I plunge wantonly
into
waters filled with paranoia
tangents
my old haunts
have always been carried
inside
me
I cease to struggle
and lower myself
into
the warm welcome waters
of despair

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