Poetry: Spiralling

I’m spiralling
Losing my touch
Out of sight
Blinded
Jaded

I’m mourning
Escaping my clutch
Out of reach
Slowly
Fading

I’m turning
Falling ill
Poisoned mind
Quickly
Changing

I’m scarred
Left for dead
One last time
Cold
Shaking

-LitteRadRobin

Photo by Jakub Novacek.

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