Am I the only one?

Sometimes I feel on the brink

of total mental collapse

like the very slightest nudge

will send me careening over the edge

my mind feels like a web

built of finely spun thread

that will tremble and implode

at a single whisper of a breeze

and the thoughts that flicker

like a shorted out storefront sign

speak of shadows and neon horror

with a dread I struggle to suppress

What do I do with these pieces

of my fractured consciousness

I’m loath to give voice to them

making them seem all the more real

The only thing that reels me back

is the knowing that this, too, must pass