Coming unhinged:
Fear: intense; believable. And totally my own –
I scare you? Then hang tight that stone…
Your fragile home can come crashing down,
No one is immune!
Thoughts that all ears can hear….
Of threats, violence, pitiless jeers
Voices; with whom to converse –
Then the question “Why were you talking to yourself?”
Finding, once the pieces again are one,
That some inexplicable things were done.
( They were not odd— just insane)
Although unrecalled; I’m the one they blame.
The fear on the faces I must
Mistrust
Suspicion
Exhaustion
Stealing the control when I had none.
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