UNDERSTAND....

You misunderstand...
It is not the thoughts
Those black whispers 
That seek to rule
Ha...no more than beligerent children
Stamping feet
Or playing the fool
They have no power
None at all
To bid me sit and glower
Stare at the wall
With sightless stare
Stalled
No, those thoughts
Have no power 
Over me
None at all

You misunderstand....
It is a different thing entirely
That has me trembling
Chewing my nails
Gripping the bedrails
Glancing over my shoulder
All around
Or up to the skies
Or testing the ground
Alert to the slightest tremor
Of a breeze
Or gushing sound
Alert always alert

No...understand...
It is that desolate wind that might blow through
At any time
That has me trembling
On my knees
In fear
And in tears
​​​​​​Screaming 
Into the roaring void

For when it blows and rages
It swallows me whole
Invades every cell
Penetrates my soul
Lifts me off my seat
Carries me off
Deposits me
In a black hole
By the devil's own two feet

To cower and shudder
In utter despair
Disappear in a place
​That is nowhere 
And everywhere
To be lost 
In a space
So terribly terribly
Bleak
Understand....
Marion Price(2019)