The Attack

Migraine headache.

It's here

I can feel it

Deep within my soul

Like a thrashing shark

Feeding on it's prey.

 

Each bite

Brings it closer

To my doom.

 

As my soul bleeds out

Into the once still waters

Attracting others

To the feeding frenzy.

 

My soul cries out

In a mute shout

Swallowed up

In the free-for-all.

 

Sinking

Ever lower

Into the depth of despair

And despondency.

 

Watching myself

Drifting away

On the tempestuous waves

Piece by piece.

 

Leaving behind

A mangled corpse

Unrecognizable

By anyone.

 

While

I withdraw

Even deeper

Into myself

With each passing day.

Author's Note

First new poem, in four days.