The One Second Disease

A Small Aside: It isn't "likes" per se that I chose this poem. But it has won a prize before. Second Place in the Texas Mental Health Creative Arts Competition. I'll put the link at the end of the poem.

Dark domicile.

Wreaths of shade all-consuming.

Sly formless assassin enclosing.

Fear and panic to each rib converging.

A factory of delirium.

Birthed and housed in my cranium.

Shrouds of toxic smog.

Smothering.

Each and every thought.

Wailing and ailing.

Disjointed parts culminating

In eldritch nascencies.

An army of moaning wraiths.

Walls of sanity are all the more frail.

From each wound spill spurts of Wonderland tales.

A flicker of hope.

Only to be spirited away.

By despair’s lingering whisper.

Down, down I fall.

Grasping and flailing in psychobabble.

Anger, sadness, disappointment, despair I feel.

All pale in formless fear.