What Used To Help

The strategies that worked just a week ago. 

Now are unhelpful as my fear decides to flow. 

And so do my thoughts which are no longer churning out reality. 

Just a while back- music would spur normality. 

But now the notes haunt me, like laughter that evolves. 

From friendly laughter, to crowing crowds that refuse to absolve. 

The ways I studied in order to cope. 

Are now ineffective as my mind is sloped.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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