Survival

I'm dropping off slightly
But still hanging on
I'm saying I'm mighty
Though I'm feeling gone

There's a disconnect
Starting to infect
Deactivating my synapse
Causing a relapse

Feeling like fading
Shadows around
Darkness invading
Until there's ground

And I'm standing. Standing still.
The absent whispers elicit a thrill.
It doesn't matter how or in what way.
I'm here. And I'm doing ok.

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Been a bit under the weather recently and fancied being a bit overdramatic