by dokurtybitz

The winds swirl around me,
Empty of all, save a fine grit,
Abrasive and slowly eroding,
One repetitive day at a time
Until it’s finally over,
Six feet under or the oven,
And life no longer plucks at

One Comment to “-25.05.20_22:23-”

  1. I can so relate to your words of description on bipolar and depression, thank you for sharing!

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