I thought about doing it
So close, so tempted
I walked away scared
But with dignity
I stared into the abyss
And nearly drowned
But not all is safe
Tomorrow, the abyss will call again
To stare it down
Is to drown
To stare it down
Is to crown
I hear the siren call
It’s melodic and poisoned
Will die if not strong
Will cry and bleed
I stared into the abyss
I nearly pulled the trigger
Wiped away the bleak eyes
Tomorrow, the abyss will call again
To stare it down
Is to drown
To stare it down
Is to crown
The abyss leaves a bad taste
And it’s right around the corner
Must flush it out
Categories: Culture, death, Health, mental health, poetry, Psychology
The abyss. The black dogs. I’ve been there once upon a time.
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I was in the abyss most of February, and off and on since the election. I completely understand. Sometimes, not often but once in awhile, I seek the abyss as an escape from this world.
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Sorry to hear of your february. Hope things brighten up with the April showed and may Flowers:-)
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