I write poetry but tend to mostly write when i’m at the extremes of mania or depression. This is the first poem i’ve written in a couple months.
stuck in a moment,
this neverchanging feeling
born of gloom and doom
and an endless supply
of misery, i stand and
face the fact that
this is life as i know it,
the cards i’ve been
dealt, a dead man’s hand,
so i brace myself up
for what’s to come,
more of the same
most likely