Wits End
Terror tightens its strangle hold, wrenching at my mind.
I feel no fear for myself, but for those I leave behind.
Recrimination & protestation, no-one is to blame.
Yet any who really cares is bound to feel the pain.
My path is met, before me laid, a choice I take alone.
I cannot further face this life and all that I have known.
With feeble voice I cry for help and plead that someone hears.
Before the dam finally breaks and floods away my fears.














Devious Comments
Strange how you appreciate life more when you've returned from the brink though.
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Everyone is born Right handed... only the gifted few overcome it
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