A mental breakdown

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Slowly the evening falls upon me.
The possibility of peace is shattered into a fairy tale as
The night struggles and collapses into the blackest hole.
With her naked eye, the moon stalks me into hiding.
No light is spared.

I hear the footsteps of my thoughts scatter inside my mind,
Running rampant,
Tunneling through the darkness,
Until I’m found crouched in fear.

A tightly woven web of chaos is assembled around me.
The moment is surrendered to madness.
Motionless, I sit under the glare of tyranny.
With purpose and intention, they advance upon me:
Closer . . closer . closer.

History threatens the illusion of control.
My entire armor sheds in defeat.
Sanity becomes a desperate bargain,
A violent negotiation between the authorities of life and death.

My mind holds me hostage.
Little by little, piece by piece, I am completely swallowed,
But no one can tell that I am missing.

Originally published at https://missinginsight.com on January 1, 2018.

I write because I breathe. I breathe because I write. I’m sometimes funny but always real. https://www.missinginsight.com

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