Poetry Attempt: A Moment of Panic from a Shared Existence
The following is something I wrote in a moment of panic, like most poetry that I tend to write these days. But this was a panic produced by something perhaps beneficial and something I maybe shouldn't make myself sick with worry over. But my control over my brain and all the thoughts and scenarios that spiral out of it at all times is minimal at best. I tried to make something positive, I tried to write something antithetical to what I usually write. Not about my own destruction and many visions of the end, but instead a possibility of a new beginning. A burgeoning opportunity to find a reason to live. But what came out was, of course, what I always write. An ongoing discussion of new suicidal ideation. A front-row seat to a personal apocalypse. Although in this poem I am not alone. Maybe the conjoined suicide of two beings close to each other that I uncontrollably spewed out with this poem is about as positive as I'm willing to get at this point. However, I've always view...