Vision distorted,
by unwelcomed tears.
Trying to breath,
trying to put a stop
to these demented fears.

The thoughts stab at her mind
like a hundred rusty nails.
She tries to push them away,
but at this, all she does is fails.

"Who am I?
What am I?
Will I ever know?
Am I crazy?
Am I mad?
Have I sunken oh so low?"

No one is safe, in her mind.
No one's love is pure.
Not even convinced of her own sanity,
with nothing will she ever be sure.

"Where is he?
Why didn't he call?
Is he dead, is he sick?
Was he ever here at all?

She must of crashed
on the way,
where else could she be?
She's so late, the minutes pass,
did she abandon me?"

This agonizing disquietude,
eating away at the last of her sanity.
If only she could end this worry,
and replace it with calm and amity.

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Good one!

Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. :D :D :D