The Riddle

It came as a thought, not to

The bridge of my mind, the intensity

Slowly I felt like I was loosing the reigns

To never feel the same as before

The anxiety is at bay, but my mind is lost

For hope is apparent but the withdrawal is numbing,

The senses of my reality mold into chaos as I don’t want to move

They break like thousands of glasses being destroyed

All my senses are heighten like someone was sitting on me the whole time,

My eyes feel like they cannot see straight

I cannot concentrate, the absence of the draw is overbearing my thoughts

How the pain is a headache that feels like it won’t go away forever

I just want my normality again.

Make this go away..

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