BREAKDOWN

Baking Cookies Hours After

Crying Incoherent

On Cold Spare Room

Bedroom

My Room

On That Icy Bedroom Floor...

Wonder If Like Father

Will I Lose My Mind Forever

To Delusions Like This Ranting

Raving Hunger For Solutions

At The Age Of 25?

Feeling Drugged Confusion Wounded

With No Hope Of Help Communi-

cated Softly Like A Whisper Razor

Flash Of Red And White Like Blood On Pavement

Driven Over By Those Strangers

Comfort Me With Medication

That The Children Took For Granted

While They Held Me Weeping Somber

Sleeping On The Beds Like Stone.

The Breathing Slowly

Dreams Unfolding

Calm Possessing

Wound Undressing

Falling Into My Own Bed

I Feel I'm Not Alone.