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This sudden still unnerves me;
Shakes me to the core of my being,
A lack of sound, movement or breath.
Is there any joie de vivre to be found here,
Or am I doomed to live out my life cast off, forsaken, alone?

I search within, perhaps the solution can be found,
Resources put to use, and my gaiety restored,
But no, the darkness sucks me in,
Leaving me smothered under heaps of self-recrimination.
Oh, those monstrous deep-seated doubts.

Crying out for redemption,
An errant thought breaks through and perches.
Is this place real, do i belong here?
Perhaps, it is all in my head,
And so I open my eyes.