This is a disturbing poem.  Not easy reading material but it came to me today after I've been feeling a little 'off'.  Perhaps a good insight into how the mind works and good insight for some people who haven't experienced this...? 

 

My Crisis

When did this happpen?  Why did it come to be?

I do not know the answer, the truth eludes me.

The disaster it was looming, ready to attack.

Yet now that it is here, there is no turning back.

A panic like no other, I tremble in its wake.

The fear grips each heartbeat, no longer I can take.

The pain sets in, so strong now. The desire it burns.

Nobody will help, they have their own concerns.

To take it is unholy.  I wish I could just flee.

But running will not solve this.  It will not set me free.

I make the choice, I do this.  There is no other way.

Now it's done.  It's over.  You're free, enjoy your day.

 

This is of course a very disturbing poem and while I do not feel this way now, I have been in this dark place and have come very close to fulfilling the end of the poem.  If you feel this way, please contact someone, anyone and know you are not alone.

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