Most of my poems are dark & depressing, but i wanted to start off on a happier note so i decided to upload the first poem i wrote that wasn’t about suicide, haha. Thankfully, i can now laugh at that. I do that not to make light of the matter, but simply to show, it is possible to make it through a day, a lifetime, of depression & anxiety, and addiction no matter how hopeless & useless it may seem in the Moment.
The Muse strikes, when & where, the muse will strike
Do not resist, oh dear no, do not clamp tight
The levees may fill, do not fret, the levees Must break
Release the Spring, now flow forth, release the flood gate
Fear not, these new freshets of imagination, fear not, their mighty wake
For now, sprouting torrents, raging towards an uncertain fate
For now, Mad Pathfinder, take me to that tranquil trance like State
J Snow, of "What's Left?" 