In my state of dark depression
I free fall effortless
Down a deep rabbit hole
Unlike alice on her way down
Glimpses strange oddities
I discover peeled layers of my psyche
Threadbare, vulnerable,susceptible to harm
Strains of an acoustic guitar being strummed
In a far distance travel to my ears
An attempt to shake me from my doldrums
Sadly unsuccessful,
Dave Grohl on his 'Zildjian' cymbals
Cobain at his earthly best
An insightful 'Man who sold the world'
Yet motionless am i.
'Think happy thoughts' says Tinker Bell
'And watch yourself fly.'
But my spirits have sunk rock bottom
Aboard a wrecked Spanish galleon
Wedged between boulders on a seabed
Moss-covered, fish infested
Waiting for absolution
A release,reprieve...
A pair of staunch hands clasp weary shoulders
'Snap out of it' rasps a voice
The veil of disillusionment lifts
I have risen from my mental grave...
For i am alone no more
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