AutopilotA Poem by Falling AwakeIt 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 Last Updated on October 12, 2024 AuthorFalling AwakeUSAAboutMentally (ch)ill conscious seeker. Understanding through poetry. more..Writing
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