1:19 am

It's one nineteen in the morning.
No light is on in the room.
It feels like night.
My mind is a nightmare.
It's flooded with thoughts of fear.
  
I'm filled with fright.
I'm the definition of alright.
Right?

I'm use to this darkness.
It's a place I've made mine.
It's a familiar place that I visit.
I go there all of the time.

I know all of my faces.
I know my fears.
It spawned from happiness.
Happiness I once held dear.

I'm filled with fright.
I'm the definition of alright.
Right?

I crafted this place with my own hands.
I made my own personal hell.

I'm shrieking and shaking.
I ***** and collapse.
I am not well.

I was in a recession.
I finally gave into this depression.

I'm filled with fright.
I'm the definition of alright.
Right?

I feel everything at once.
Suddenly,  I feel numb.
It's finally over.
It's finally done.

I'm alright.
Right?

4/13/2020
Thomas James Tom