The Sinkhole

With this psychosis, faces wear dark, angry stares, and all at once, chills travel up and down my spine. Transfixed, immobile, their stark leverage declares- from fragment of my mind- that they had crossed life's line. Those bevel faces, I do recognize from past; an EMT, back then, I watched them pronounced dead. But now a derelict- I feel confused, harassed, by these strange visions that appear outside my head. They point their fingers at me, and I know not why. I feel accused somehow, as I fall to the floor and shut my eyes- no resolution- they defy to go away, for when they open, I see more. Oh God, this horrid sinkhole sucks me in with ease- trapped by each illusion- damned Parkinson's disease! Sandra M. Haight Premiere Contest: Eight Word Challenge Sponsor: Kai Michael Newmann Words to use: psychosis leverage fragment bevel derelict resolution sinkhole illusion Fictional write in the first person for this contest - but based on the true hallucinations of a family member with Parkinson's disease. With this disease- psychosis and visual hallucinations are the most common other than motor problems. (Revision of a former poem posted in 2018)