It creeps up
Sapping strength leeching warmth
Rolling from scalp to toes
A rank clammy feeling
Knotting stomach
Almost painful passing the bowels
An ebb and flow that consumes
Incapacitating body and mind for minutes at a time
Feeling like hours
It creeps up and smacks down hard
Making my mind whirl and twist
Playing out fantasy and fear
Bringing forth futile thoughts and opening that black place
Crumbling edges under my feet
Dropping me down
Down to the place were sleep is hard to find
Yet unable and unwilling to wake
That black place where staying asleep seems desirable
Never to wake
Never to wake
