The Storm
Darkness creeps in,
pushing out action
and leaving only
time to wrestle with feelings.
The mind sarts drifting
and pushing through boundaries
set up by the ego
to control the delusions.
Fear and uncertainty,
paranoia and doubt
all start intruding
as rationallity fails.
I just sit,
my mind cowering in a corner,
waiting for the light to return
so the voices will stop.
written 5-17-99 @ 4:50 p.m.
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