Exit Dysphoria – a poem

*Silence the discord*

-System Shock 2,

By Looking Glass Studios

*

The steps to every point of sanity

Lie as tombstones, grave markers

For neuroses temporarily beaten,

The will broken many a time

Yet more oft successful.

*

Let that wayward gusting wind

Settle down from its screech, not

A sough mild but rather, a cacophony

Of pathetic fallacy come to life,

Compounded in its league.

*

Let the bells fall silent, peals settling

To echoing slowly with final rings,

The mind calms at last, painful points

Finally subsumed, blurred by boredom;

Erase the dysphoric tome of nightmare.

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