Come Around Poem by Penni Currie

Grey tendrils creeping down and round
and around my heart
and around my mind
squeeze
squeeze softly
harder now
pulsating gently
slowly thrusting forwards
pushing towards the void
the void that spells darkness
and emptyness
Bereft of tears, I cry no more
I plunge into the dark
I plunge into another life.
A life so dark, so strangely morbid.
A deep depression settles on me.
Creeps in and down and round
and around my heart
and around my mind.
Drift
Drift in a star-spangled darkness.
Drift through hues of red
and weird.
Down so down, and around,
come around
push me under yet again.
Blood pulsating through my veins,
with a throb in my temples.
Come live with me,
come die with me.
Come around.
Come around.
Come around, around

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