The invisible hand at my back
Pressure pushing forward
Towards the plunge that beckons
Screams like a wounded rabbit
Ripped as I rail against each footstep
Foolish and flighty darting
A wounded rabbit red eyed wide
The predator in my mind has me
Devouring sanity and peace
The invisible hand leading
Me away from mental stability.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Ink & Tears
ŞiirThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
