The bedlam of my mind.
Are all souls tortured? I have no reason to be and yet insanity overtakes me. I am crazy – I am sure of it. I am out of control. I am in the clutches of a darkness that will not let me go. Once I thought I was imprisoned, held captive by it. I have tried to escape but I cannot. It drags me back, time and time again. All my life it has dogged me, destroying me. I will die of this darkness. I am sure of it. It suffocates me. I cry out for deliverance. I am forsaken. Perhaps freedom is not ours in this lifetime, but in the next?