it's a slow spin
descending into darkness
it's dizzying

sanity feels so close
but so far away
reaching for a light
that fades

i don't know if it was the pouring rain
or the music blasting from my radio
but for one simple
fleeting moment
i felt weightless
and free

if i tried to save everyone
would it finally be
enough

or would i continue
to not be
enough

i write to release
my words may not rhyme
they may have no rhythm
but they make sense of the mess

they bleed on the page
a spilt coffee stain
misshapen and crude
but if you look long enough

an image is formed
whether it be of pain, sorrow, love
or even just a flower
blooming from the cracked ground

they take me places i could never say out loud
a safe haven of my own creation
a place to release
a place where i'm free

slowly
i can feel myself drowning again
drifting down
further into the dark
and the deep
blanketing me
so familiar