My mind has been thrust into a dungeon of darkness and nightmares
that, for most, exists exclusively in the hidden folds of the mind and emerges only upon sleephood. My nightmares of feelings come at all hours. They strangle and constrict my psyche. They choke my joy. They bleed my inner wounds. They paralyze my forward movement. They wring my conviction dry.
Won’t someone rescue me from this dungeon? Oh wait… no one can. Not even myself.