Paranoid Thoughts
In the still of the dark.
Lying dead awake,
Sleep gives no escape.
Repeating and counting phrases,
is a mental drain,
like chasing a run-away train.
Anxiously anticipating,
meeting the Minotaur who in his
labyrinth is awaiting.
As time passes in this state,
silence can't be found,
confusion and chaos race around.
Days may pass in this state.
All you can do is tolerate.
When it is too much to take,
death it seems the only escape.
Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2019
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