Days Of Spirals

Poem By Stephen Townsend

My lifes spiraling.
Spiraling out of control.

What is there to do.
I cant go on.
Living this way.
Nothing is right.
Nothing is fine.

Im losing control.
Im the driver.
Someone cut the cord.
I cant steer my self.

Im losing my mind.
My worlds crashing down.
Worlds colliding.
Chaos is destroying.

Nothing is right.
Nothing is fine.

I want out.
Theres no place to turn.
Theres no place to go.

How to get out?

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