The Edge

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


I’m spiraling and I can’t stop 

I can’t stop searching for what I need.  

It’s never enough.  


It’s never enough.  

I roll down my car window 

and let the fresh air whip around the metal walls. 

It’s overwhelming, 

but damn, 

does the fresh air feel nice.  


It’s distracting, 

if only for a minute or two, 

from my goal of this drive: 

to find the stopper to my madness-- 

my downward dive-- 

so out of control. 


I can feel myself spiraling. 


Submitted: January 12, 2021

© Copyright 2021 A. L. Culverhouse. All rights reserved.

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Bert Broomberg

A very good description of being depressed.

Tue, January 12th, 2021 11:52am


I felt like there was so much impact in your poem. I felt like the progression of the poem was a spiral in itself. It had so much depth behind its words. Great poem.

Tue, January 12th, 2021 11:58am

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