I, or–I admit–something beyond me,
whispers those words,
a soft breath of air into my ears,
and like a hell-bent hurricane
whipped into a frenzy.
A chemical overload . . .
a placebo for a sick mind please?
I’m going into over drive,
these thoughts inside my head . . .
All manner of things scrabbling to get out.
I cannot take it any more.