I’ve fallen to the bottom rung

Not really hanging on

Merely existing

Surrounded by depression

And chaos of body and mind.

I’m sitting at rock bottom,

Amidst the piles of clutter

Closing in on me until

I can’t see what used

To be there.

I’m sitting in a puddle of shit,

Clinging to anything that

Might become real

Waiting for the other

Shoe to fall

Just waiting…..

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