Avoiding Arrest (April 20, 2016)

Today Am fighting myself Knowing What awaits me Should I lose. Imprisonment Within the walls Of my apartment. Contained deep In the organic mass Of tissue I call My brain. To everyone else But me. These bars are Invisible And non-existence. Having given up Any hope Of the door Being left ajar By my jailors. Only time Will provide The needed key For release. As I watch The world Unfold Around me. Therisa © 2016 Author's note: Yesterday (April 19, 2016), I got the bad news, concerning my out of control A1C readings, from my diabetic nurse. And I can feel the darkness of my depression, threatening to consume me, in a darkening bout of isolation, which will worsen, over time, to the point, I will attempt another suicide try. Part of the joy, of knowing how my body reacts, to certain stimuli.