Poem: Descent


an okay morning is
no guarantee of a
good day, more often
than not giving way to
a harrowing hellride
of negative emotions and
sorrows not to be
believed, the tendency
to go from good to
bad and from bad
to worse coming as
naturally to me as
breathing, surely this is
not who i truly am


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