Memories are what I have left
Simpler times so it seemed
Every night was pure chaos
While days were growing difficult
Spent most the time drinking
The other half I was sleeping
Somewhere between them both
Were little sparks of brilliance
Sober moments I had a few
Finding confusion at the root
It wasn’t a feeling I desired
Being alone with only myself
Always locked in my head
Chained to illusions of hope
But when I reached outward
Reality pulled me back down
Suffocating on false promises
Weaving webs of pure insanity
When the last card was dealt
It revealed my achilles heel
Life lessons are cruel moments
Meant to bruise one’s ego
Stripped bare right to the bone
Depression feasts on failures
Slowly clawing my way up
Surrounded on all four sides
An apex predator lies in wait
Coiled and ready to strike
I must keep moving forward
Inch by inch carefully stepping
Over every obstacle revealed
Becoming a witness to truth
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2024








Bloody brilliant….
Thanks for reading and your kind words, Peter. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Always push on. Never look back. Great piece here my friend.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
The mind can be a technicolor bitch. Feast or famine, sometimes feeding us delusions & others smacking us with a solid dose of reality. Which after the delusion can be very jarring. And chaos can make for some hella good creative moments. So when it goes quiet…holy shit, now what? Keep on top of the beast, eyes open & ride it out, my friend
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That’s all you can do is ride it out, and always learn from it as well. It’s very feast or famine for sure. It’s nice to have you back. Appreciate you.
Damian