[Suffering Through the Sulfur]

[Suffering Through the Sulfur]

The fragrant aroma of sulfur filled my nostrils again,
Maybe it’s time I saw a doctor…
I walked into the office, the effulgent overhead lights glared deep into my pupils,
Suffocating my vision with a radiance so luminous, that it was darkness,

Leaping onto the table, I wait, patiently, as a patient,
The doctor looks me over and begins to test me,
What starts as a short routine procedure slowly turns into an hourly, two hourly, three hourly, four hourly session of guesses and wild goose chases with no map,
At this point, the only successful test the doctor has done, was to test my patience.

After all of that, Doc couldn’t tell me what’s wrong. Why would I be smelling the burning stench of sulfur? Is it in my mind? Perhaps. But I feel a burning pain deep within me, within not only my body, but my soul.

Nothing has gone right for me for months,
I lost my job, I lost my friends,
I lost my beginnings, I lost my ends,
I lost what I cared about, I lost what I did not,
I lost the words in my sentences, I lost my train of thought,
I lost my sense of being, I lost the sense that kept me kind,
I lost my feelings, hopes, and dreams, but most of all I lost my mind,

Twisting and turning, contorting in bed,
Levitating above the sheets, rotating my head,
Losing control and a grasp for what’s real,
Gaining an insatiable hunger for an impossible meal,
I beg it to stop, But what good does that do?
If only I would’ve known, if only I had a clue,
The demon inside me, gnawing my soul,
Rendering me helpless, assuming control,
As I pass out, from what seems like unending pain,
Any hope I ever had, was now left in vain.

I awoke in the morning, covered in my own blood,
I lay wondering, worrying, consumed by fear and anxiety,
When is it going to happen next, Is it happening now?
Dread is all I will ever know from this point forward,
As I await the coming of, The Imminent Menace…