Autopilot

Autopilot

A Poem by Falling Awake

It seems I don't know quite how to respond,

To the pain present, within and beyond,

So, my subconscious defaults to the lead,

With habitual patterns, I proceed…

Reliant on instincts and emotions,                                

These primal pathways take me through motions, 

Now I’m acting rash, values misaligned,

Hurting loved ones in this stressed frame of mind,

All because I’m unable to pacify,               

My cortex, drenched in stimuli.

© 2024 Falling Awake


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Added on October 12, 2024
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Falling Awake
Falling Awake

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Mentally (ch)ill conscious seeker. Understanding through poetry. more..

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