• thebroodingminds 4w

    The anxious mind benumbs,
    The achievements seem like a dwarf planet and the voids a galaxy,
    The black hole of judgement succumbs,
    The heart pounds with misery,
    The raging fire melts the infinitum,
    The urge to run away,
    even with the sight a litle weary.
    The demon was close to drown the victim,
    seal it's fate and claim another prey.
    But with,
    each ray of hope,
    each breath of self-love,
    each ounce of strength,
    the prey fought it's demon,
    and escaped the dark
    for yet another day,
    another life.
    ©thebroodingminds