The Deadliest Weapon
The mind; like a double edged sword.
A safe haven to one,
a dark abyss to another.
A cure for some, and a poison to the rest
capable of digging your grave or paving your legacy.
A blessing in disguise
credited for success
yet the tally of demise.
One's greatest fear to stop thinking
could be another's only wish.
So be careful it's safe to believe
yet dangerous to dream
be its owner
not its slave
Resist it clutching you in its grasp
for it will only do you harm-
dragging you inch by inch away from reality
to leave you out in the field of the numb and hopeless.
Where you are nothing but a distant stranger to the cold air you once took pride in swallowing
and all you own is the memory of the life you used to possess.
Trust me ive been there...
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