Your tears and fears filled the air turning the gears
Your near miss, was a constant hiss
Before it all, the road was set up for a fall
Your quiet demise was a hectic surprise
A dark cloud egging one to be proud
Your tragedy was a dramedy puncturing any remedy
But it saved me
The darkness was outlined in red
Your ego a compass to the mountain
To climb and muster
Categories: identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, society
Chaos Dances
Just For Fun
Just to Breathe..:)
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