What if?
That question keeps
floating around my head.
It’s hard to escape
from this mental space
when it’s been your hiding place
for so long,
but when times are tough
it can turn on you.
Rolling through
a list of bad outcomes
to every roll of the dice
and it just keeps stopping on
the one
with the bright flashing
red lights.
You start to see symptoms
Everywhere.
Systems stop being there to give care
and more a place to sit in despair,
just waiting for answers,
when the phone never calls.
Waiting rooms all look the same
through eyes that only see
in shades of grey,
and when it’s your
name blinking loud,
you walk like you’re
carrying your own casket down
the endless corridor
that crowds around.
What if?
It’s such a direct question,
but you want to
know the truth.
What if the worst is true,
you need to know
but knowing sends you
spiralling into your brain.
A place that used to be so clean
now is cluttered with so much rubbish
that it’s hard to keep yourself sane.
So, you sit on the question
until you and it
can no longer coexist.
You let it out, shouting,
crying, despairing,
but you realise that any
answers are irrelevant,
because you can only really
follow the pathway that has
already been laid out.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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