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I am in a spiral.
Nothing solid.
A gurgling coil
Being sucked
Into the ground.
No rungs to hold
And have a thought,
No platform
To plead my case.
I am in the eye
Of a horror.

by douglas lewis

Comments (2)

I understand this all to well, the idea of having lost thoughts out of control, physically deaf to a world that cant hear. Buried alive under the weight of the world. All to understandable. A wonderful poem, you are not alone.
There are times when we are lost in a quagmire of hopelessness and abyss of depression. Just no way out in sight. Nicely portrayed. This calls for a genuine moral support. Thanks for sharing.