The heart at the point of bursting, the brain on fire, the vision blurs.
The horrors the mind is bent on conjuring up appear at the end of the nose.
Problems? Grief? Private hell let loose. The world just passes by disinterestedly.
No one listens. No one will.
A fallen leaf, blowing hither and thither, no volition just the thrust of a strong breeze makes it dance.
The mind goes round and round in despairing circles.
Despair is not for sharing. None lifts the burden of others.
Mistress Despair beckons with gaunt arms.
Toothless gums cracked and blackened she smiles.
“Never fear, for here I am.. When none will stand beside you, I’ll.”