Dark Cloud.

I am feeling pain.
Deep interior mental pain.
It burns my brain.
Like noxious falling atomic rain.
My eyes bloodshot.
My blood boiling hot.
I walk around like a lost soul.
I am like a dying goldfish in a leaking fishbowl.
No one here to calm me with encouraging words.
The only talk is coming from outside tree perching chirping birds.
Out of the window i nervously look.
The atmosphere is like a chapter out of a Stephen King book.
Shall i talk to my shrink.
No i won’t, at me he always does manically blink.
Shall i go to bed.
And on a soft pillow rest my mentally sick head.
No i might start to dream.
I turn on the cold water tap the cold water sounds like a fast flowing stream.
I fill a glass and take a drink.
I look in the mirror and see my psychiatrist at me manically blink.
I scream out loud.
Above my head a dark manic filled cloud.
I am fading fast.
This night i know i will surely not last.