Return

I’m losing it.

My mind:

It’s digressing,

Stressing.

I’m being driven back to

The depths of insanity,

I gleefully vanquished

In vain.

 

The struggle is

Bearing down:

Undeniable,

Indefinable.

The return was imminent,

And unavoidable.

I was ignorant,

And naïve.

 

I scream, and clench my fists

Round the air that holds me,

Above the surface

Long enough to catch my breath;

To steady myself.

 

The clasping grip of internal

Hatred is tight around my

Heart.

 

But it will not win.

 

Not this time.

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