DIAR-ETIC

Frustrated to the point of no return.

I want to purge myself of these feelings

Of the helplessness within me.

I have no voice

For my throat is clogged

With the bile of my torment.

How often do I return to this

State of existence where I can’t

Feel, think, see, breathe

Only sit within this murk.

I am so limited

By my own faults.

My own mind

Is my demise.

Who can save me from myself

This hell that I create.

I am stuck

I am enchained

I am bound and

Imprisoned.