RETURN FROM THE PRECIPICE.
When I finally broke everything turned hectic.
My psyche like a wound gone septic.
The adrenalin breakdown in my blood precipitating
Dreams, visions, paranoia - disintegrating waiting.
The heavy task of tearing fact from all the fiction
Took years of pain, degradation, dereliction.
There is little left of who I used to be;
It's a whole new beginning and it feels like ME!
2nd Aug 2010
