All be good, ere the music hits
Primal chords, blowing me to bits.

Suddenly spiral
The tears be viral
Then quiet

Deafening silence

Threads be unspun
All be undone
And freefall reigns

I hate this

My poetry
Helps me to see
That hope still remains
It runs in my veins
But right now there
Is mostly despair

I hate this

Trying to ground
Yet not a sound
Breaks through

I need a hug