Just a quick tag to When The Levee Breaks. Yeah, poetry's not my strong suit, but I kinda like it.
I own nothing.
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I'm out of control
Falling, spiraling, swirling.
Who will catch me?
Teetering on the edge
About to tumble
Deep into the chasms
Below
It consumes me
A burning need for
Something I no longer want
No one there
I'm left to scramble back up
This isn't living
It's existing.
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So, more poetry do we think? Or no, keep away from it, for the rest of your life? Like it, hate it?