Silence creeps up on you
Like it is not enough being
A man in crisis.
The doubts of the others
Weighing 50 tonnes on your mind
Trying to kill you,
A heart attack in the works.
Hopelessly hoping to believe that
It is okay not to be okay.

Shadows in corridors waiting
With ancient patience.
Claws of living terror
Predatory upon even,
But, a moment of happiness.
Still, with an instinctual need
To believe that it is still okay
To not be okay.

© Muhammad sanee