The mind is knotted up,
Clear thinking abandoned.
It’s that feeling of being eaten up,
From the inside,
While being swallowed whole.
Like holding a balloon that continues to inflate beyond reason
Pushing you inwards, while tipping you over.
A guilt so strong,
Because the grief is so big
And it’s not yours to mourn.
It easily could have been, though
So comes the fear. A crippling fear.
Familiar places look demonic
Everyday actions seem fatal.
It no longer feels like the solitude you seek,
Just loneliness.
Beautiful… sad and haunting and truthful and beautiful.
You’ve expressed beautifully what so many of us are very sadly feeling
Profound. Loved it.
So, comes the fear. A crippling fear.
Exact thoughts!
Scary, cannot wipe it out, psyched, how can one have a restful sleep!
Too sad and shocked, your words have expressed what’s on mind for most.
Yup, loneliness can be claustrophobic!!