There are days I fall low
Think I hit bottom
Begin to claw my way up
Pride sheds like dead skin
Sun warms fingers
But I fall again
Deeper
Begin to claw again
Blood stains cold rock
Eyes see light
But I fall again
Deeper
Begin to claw once more
Soul leaks from open wounds
Can hear birds singing
But I fall once more
Deeper
Don’t have much left
To begin my crawl
Contemplating The Human Direction
Musings on the human experiment
Contemplating The Human Direction 
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Mornin TC, there’s a poem I’ve written, “Goodbye Depression” not sure if it will help to read it, but sometimes we need reminding of what’s important in life. Anyway I haven’t officially posted it yet, so you’ll find it in my pages or in the poem selection category on the website. Have a good weekend ~ AP 🙂
Amor Fati 😉
Thank you A.p….I will check it out and catch up on some of your work.
Amor Fati my brother.
Find it.
I agree my brother….the depths talk to us. If we numb the abyss with manufactured drugs…the opportunities for change slip into oblivion. By the way…where do you pull this shit out of…Amor Fati…had to look it up and all kinds of great authors appear….Nietzche, Goethe, Aurelius…you are a walking library.