Listen to poem:
Don't Give Up
I recognize those dark cynical thoughts
the ones that spin viciously in your headspace
incessant the whirlwind of nightmares
I can feel their every spasm and tremor
we’re two of a kind you and I in the hollow
lightning bolts in the storms of the night
distraught echoes of screams amid the tornado
lost while frustration’s cast madly in every direction
I sense the strained fury of anxiety’s trauma
deep shadows of despair where your anger’s built up
a labyrinth so convoluted electrical currents run amok
the fog haunts a blurred mind that’s muddled and garbled
surprisingly all is not as hopeless as it may appear
if you dare hold on… don’t give up… take my hand
Read on air by invitation ~ May 14, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on May 12, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (MAY 14) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
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