Mental Health, Poetry, Writing

Plummet. A poem.

The descent begins:
That troublesome, quarrelsome,
Misbegotten feeling.
Vertigo in media res.

The whirlpool beckoning
A less than eager sailor
Of depths all too familiar.

Down you go again:
You wish the plummet
Was further out of reach.

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