Maelstrom 

A cold wind blows across the barren landscape of my mind

Darkness descends in front of my eyes like curtains drawn

Cannot tell if I’m awake or if I’ve drifted off to who knows where

Nothing makes much sense

Am I locked in dream without my sanity?

I feel constrained wanting to reach out with arms I do not have

Too afraid to call out into the darkness

Scared of this reality of what has become of me

Copyright: authorchrisbrown 

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