My mind has done it again.
Fallen into its own cavernous pit of despair.
It has entrenched itself in the selfish confines,
Resigned to wallow unhurriedly and without focus.
The commonality does not make this a comfortable place to visit.
On the contrary each fall seems to go deeper than the last.
It is your own Pandora’s Box.
Living, waiting locked in your mind filled with
Every worry, concern, fear.
All those things that you stop yourself saying out loud –
Dead bolted away to protect you.
But like the regularity of
The tides my lock breaks
And instead of letting the worries escape my mouth
And hurt others
I volunteer myself –
The suicide mission.