The longer I walk,
The longer I
travel,
The deeper I
repress,
The more
tired I become,
And my emotions,
Finally
catch up with me.
Everywhere I
look,
Rubbish is
all I see,
Trash piled
high,
With no energy,
To even know
where,
Where a clean-up
can begin.
Help, I know,
is needed,
And progress
was being made,
But due to
current circumstances,
Help is
nowhere to be seen,
And panic has
finally set in.
Panic, of
not knowing how,
How to move
forward,
How to make progress,
How to stop
this downward spiral.
I feel so
isolated,
I feel so
alone,
In the
depths of my trash,
In the
depths of my Darkness,
Where no
light can be found.
Human
contact is barely a thing,
People
occasionally,
Pop up to
say hello,
And recommend
a meet up (socially distanced)
But little
do they know,
The thought
of social distancing,
More Panic,
it does instil.
Currently,
messaging is all,
All I am comfortable
doing,
But rarely
messages come,
With lately being
lucky to,
To have a small
conversation,
Every other
day,
So with my
isolation,
These small
(but still apricated)
Infrequent
messaging,
All this
does is
Is to Fan the fires of those flames.
Knowing how
to cope,
How to come
forward,
With things
as they currently are,
I know not,
That same
can be said of the Panic,
The panic
which I must try,
Try to
escape.
Upon reading
this,
I know what
people will say,
How they’re
likely to respond,
To say im
not alone,
And not to
give in,
Whist these
are well intentioned,
They further
to Fanning the flames,
Flames of my
emotions.
I need to
find a way,
A way to
endure,
Until the
time is safe,
Safe enough to
move forwards,
Safe enough
to seek the help I need,
But until
then,
I can but
Endure.
