Static
Some days are hard
The buzzing gets louder
My heart pounds faster
In one instant
The world caves in on me
Drowning in the abbess of my brain
I can't ask to be saved
There's only one life-preserver
The one who has pulled me out of my grave
He who waits the power outage of my brain
The healer of wounds so deep
The bringer of hope
It is him
This poem is about:
Me
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