“Your problem is not my problem,” they replied.
Once a phobia, now turned to a reality.
Something that was seen down the road, has now arrived.
Betrayal of the personal senses; trust wasted on the ungrateful and inadequate.
Regret and Treachery open the eyes,
Abrupt emptiness and dread haunt the body,
A sentence lasting for days, weeks, months.
Yet, the condition had always been present.
Only now forced to face,
Face the unforgiving past, present, and future;
Rumination a constant, haunting your mind and your every move.
Nightmares born from anxiety become birthgivers of agony.
Perhaps a parasite? Absent of an organism,
Stealing nourishment, sleep, and peace.
The brain: captivated and dominated by something,
Something you can only wish will fade with time.