Heavy Death Vibes (a poem)

Heavy death vibes permeate time chasms
This is not where I thought I would be
Approaching the middle, the nexus of love
All these liminal spaces make me tired
And those doors to other realms take
The fun out of all the misery wallowing
Once upon a time, in a city far, far away
I was close to what kept me centered
But I’ve never been centered, really
Always a few points off here and there
The geographic coordinates of mental health
More like spending life wandering in deserts
And dusty backrooms of my psyche

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