Serotonin Crisis

O, Despair what have you become of me?

Your hand came upon so heavily

That nothing but hopelessness now reigns over me.

I am without relief from thee.

Ideas and thoughts relentlessly course through my mind.

A cancer inside my body,

Growing against my volition.

I struggle but still it persists.

From my mind, it spreads down to my whole body

Slowly infecting and paralyzing my faculties.

Its toxicity is felt in every cell in my body.

O, how debilitating the transformation can be.

Before long, the body is now but a crippling figure of its former self.

Stoic and pallid, without much zeal for life,

I lie down indifferent to the passing world around me.

Exhausted from the struggles with Despair,

My mind wanders aimlessly and stares blankly at the inanimate world.

Darkness has now come

It creeps slowly into the scene

I, however couldn't care less.

Now as the darkness becomes encompassing,

Fear should have started to set in,

But fear has not been felt.

Despair has left me devoid of emotions.

Life has become a mere existence, calloused and numb.

I close my eyes and silently beseech for tomorrow's coming.

For tomorrow may come with glimmers of hope and release

Release from this dreadful malady

But not today...

Not today...