Incipient Bud – Poem

When that frustration build up within you,
the sense of uneasy moments
that pulls you apart
slowly one layer at a time,
and despaired you,
confused, unsure what to do,
often you let it dwells within
ignoring the incipient early alarms
and before you realize
it is too late to unwind
and you recoil to nothingness
to the point of no return,
don’t let that happen to you,
take action,
cry out loud,
ask for help before it is too late

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