Inspired, mad thoughts
threaten to seep forth
from the confines of my skull;
too terrified to exist,
festering in my brain,
waiting for approval,
for someone to say,
"It's all OK."

A hooded pedestrian
shrouded in black
is slinking past my window;
and I want to hold them
and tell them,
"It's all OK.
Please
forgive me."