A slow sink
Descending decay
down into depression
How can it be
just when things
were up?
Life seemed
to be expanding
Now contracting
dark holes
inner bleakness
trapped will.

In the midst of the party
I leave the sound and noise
of human companionship,
Seek space
hiding in the toilet
waiting for receding
walls to wash
out the fear
still the chaos.

The mirror mocks

Can God find me?

Starting Thoughts:
Sometimes the noise, the people seem too much and we want to just retreat back into the walls. In the toilet area the mirrors mean we cannot escape our own reflection, the reality of facing ourselves.
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