Creeping madness Built with grief Too many tears I'm afraid of medicating that malady The source of my internal Nile A river flow of anxiety Like swimming in unsafe water Full of maneaters, and territorial killers Cataracts and rapids Or at other times Like the tide The helpless feeling With the pull of the sun And the moon A deepening depression With the passage of years Life no longer calls to Or moves me yet I'm swept up and deprived Of any notion or illusion of choice (completed on the first day of March 2025)
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