insidious
creeping poison -
it begins slowly,
spreading filament-thin tendrils
over the surface
of
my
mind
then the tendrils turn inwards,
searching,
growing,
and I find myself trapped
as a plant,
once nourished,
cut off from the sun.
it begins slowly
as all things:
hints of apathy when plugging away
at my favorite game,
the need, the craving,
to chug a bottle of root beer in the morning
or risk crashing,
no strength to keep up a weary facade
And worse,
the creeping,
slow,
insidious
wondering -
is it even there at all?
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
insidious
creeping poison -
it begins slowly,
spreading filament-thin tendrils
over the surface
of
my
mind
then the tendrils turn inwards,
searching,
growing,
and I find myself trapped
as a plant,
once nourished,
cut off from the sun.
it begins slowly
as all things:
hints of apathy when plugging away
at my favorite game,
the need, the craving,
to chug a bottle of root beer in the morning
or risk crashing,
no strength to keep up a weary facade
And worse,
the creeping,
slow,
insidious
wondering -
is it even there at all?
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