Spiraling

[Hurly Saint]

A constant downward effect on my aching mind towards some abyss as I have no purpose. I am simply drifting of old echos of past memories and yet to realize what has become of me. Even as I drift this empty plain the water of streams reflect back to what is of me. I refuse to accept though as it’s a fate that isn’t worth accepting.

 

[Hurly Saint]

Will I finally grab a hold of that ledge that will pull me back into that painful reality of what was or will I forever drift aimlessly until I get pushed into a new direction

 

[Mystericus]

A constant downward effect on my aching mind towards some abyss as I have no purpose. I am simply drifting of old echos of past memories and yet to realize what has become of me. Even as I drift this empty plain the water of streams reflect back to what is of me. I refuse to accept though as it’s a fate that isn’t worth accepting.

Is this a vent or poem?

 

[Hurly Saint]

Is this a vent or poem?

I don’t know it’s just something that came to mind