Creation: April 18, 2019
Updated: April 18, 2019

Confused and unhinged

Delirious to the brim

Can’t stand up to the fear

When life’s too dim.

Locked in the echo chamber

My thoughts bounce around,

Like the embers escaping

from the mouth of a fire.

But who am I to judge.

I’m my own crater,

And the judgmental just fade.


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