#WritcoPoemPrompt44

And so I spoke one day.
A bucket filled to brim,
The wasted drops formed a sea,
Its depth you cannot fathom,
Nor were ever known to me.
I let them drop to the depths of the unknown,
Who knows where they forgotten lay?
I let them loose, to bind me tight,
These drops that roped my mind.
You can feel when it creeps in,
A robber sneaking in at night,
A cunning sneer, a distasteful sight,
Clutching and scratching, it pulls you apart.
And there you are, lost in time,
A death-grip on your mind.
Run, run,...