The Passing Days

The passing days

have left me miserable,

my spirits are low

and I am feeling vulnerable.

The thoughts in my head

are turning devious

and I might find myself in trouble

by saying something serious.

I won’t venture outside

in case I don’t make it back,

frightened I’ll get caught up

in a full blown panic attack.

The voices are telling me

it is all my own fault

and I have had more than

enough time to call halt

to the actions which have

landed me in this situation.

But I am unable to defend myself

from their forces of attrition.