A dormant fear is stirring, Tremors in an ocean trench. Tsunami waves of panic Flood the shoreline village of my mind.
I’m broadcasting intricate distress signals, But your Red Cross sensibilities Cannot decipher the code. One more second of living like this And the many people I have become Will surely all drown.
“Wait! Is that a lifeboat in the distance?”
“No – it’s just another day.”
A 12 month psych ward purgatory doesn't help. It just makes you better at lying about how you are really feeling today.