one in four

Gifted to the waiting masses

Grasping for air as you fall and tumble
Losing your breath as you scramble and bumble
Tightly they hold on
Clawing and biting
Meek and quite humble
You bend to their will

The demons they muster
Desperate to have you
Invasive they snatch
You kick with your heels
Forcing them back
They will not defeat you

Resting for once
Until they attack
Scared
They will return
Catching you napping
Stealing your dreams
Riding on your back

Out of the darkness
A glimmer of hope
Changing your thoughts
Life must go on
Supported in some way
By those who surround you
Cared for and safe
You can move forwards

Don't drop your guard
Until they have left you alone
Let him who is sane
Cast the first stone

Madness is out there
Waiting in ambush
One out of four
Succumbs to his force

Rest easy my friend
Guided by knowledge
Each day will arrive
Just like the last.


AGL


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