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Sinking Deeper

Sinking Deeper

A maze runner , I'm truly amazed .
That I've survived this long in such dark days.
Chasing my own thoughts around a empty mind , full of mountain like obstacles I must try and climb .

Self loathing and bitter cold and awake , apparent by the dark circles in which my eyes now vacate. 

I wish I could trace a root , maybe a time line or tree .

Of how my life ended up here . Of how I become me.

In short I'm a mess a a sinking ship without a flare .

Confined to the bottomless depths of my own  despair 

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Syd

Love this

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Marc Jones

Thank you for the support means a lot 

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Jimmy Arnold

Wonderfully written and very well constructed, rhythmical throughout this write but sad to see, for what reasons, (hold captive), the vibrancy of the writer, telling this poem...I have faith in your ability, to sub-due the despair and realize, you have  many eyes and ears here on this site,  that enjoys reading your works...Keep your head up Marc .....Jim 

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Tracey Sivek

Very powerful work.. it takes your reader on the journey with you..  xo

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