No worries please. This is merely an 'uplifting' poem.
Rip Tides Dead serious this depression business rocky murky with tides like a tsunami suggesting certain drop zones that kill No swimming but drowning lead weights in my heart and no wetsuit for balance and buoyancy no compass the currents are dragging me out and down Inner pirates lure away from the shore and most of all from my Self little devils like giants amplifying what is there and what is not The lighthouse is dim and yet irritating a stroboscope racing torched thoughts spin in endless loops and blinding flashes on automatic pilot in steady apathetic inertia 24th July 2018
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