When I look outside,
I'm no longer afraid. Now
Lethargy consumes.
* * *
This headache remains.
Always it hides, waits, creeping up...
Paralyse cognition.
* * *
I feel the threads
As they slowly snap, snap, snap.
I'm losing my grip.
* * *
This is not working
I can't do this anymore.
Darkness welcomes me.
Cold, bony hands pull
Me under inky black water,
I am soothed once more.
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Seventeen Syllables & Miscellaneous Rambles
RandomA collection of haiku I wrote inspired by a past friendship, and little bits I find already written, or in my head that don't have a place.
