the cycle begins

and the escape is but a moment
reality takes hold and
depression set in,
self-doubt abounds and
The words so long stuffed
Don't flow.

The music, all but gone.

Shed a tear, mourning the loss

public solitude, no one sees me
desire
fire within
all wished for
all yearned for
all the things, and experiences for.

exhaustion overtakes
and the unrest-full sleep is cut
short by
responsibilities
responsibilities
landing on the chest
crushing
suffocating
stifling

Seeking an escape in words or song and

and the escape is but a moment
Reality takes hold and
depression

.... the cycle ...