Finality Spiral

 And it continues,

Obsessive observation-

It's a wonder how exhaustion hasn't overtaken,

An unhealthy addiction,

Driving the already insane, 

off the edge of a cliff.

You think it's hidden-

But it's written,

Each and every time-

Dozens in a day.

Well, I can tell you,

That it's slowly winding,

Down,

To a moment of finality. 

It's time to accept,

Reflect,

Move on-

Heal,

And grow.

There is no sense in grasping at the dust of the past,

When a new love has blossomed,

In a different universe-

One that you could not even fathom.

The world becomes a desolate place,

For those who wish to pace in purgatory.

The mind,

A deadly embrace-

A spiral with not an ounce of grace,

For those who long to stay stuck in self-serving, and self-sabotaging cycles.

Inward one must turn,

To truly heal the deepest wounds-

Those that make us act in selfish ways,

Despite the pain it brings others.

A journey,

Long,

Yet worth it.

Give it a shot-

For the world is only growing more cruel,

So one must hold a mirror to the darkest parts within,

And never look away-

Because the moment one does,

All comes crashing down-

Again and again,

Like a broken record on repeat-

An experience that is so familiar.

Don't get lost in the "why's

Because You are the why.

Instead,

Pivot. 

And Heal the sludge that's inside,

Of your dying and dark soul.