I went through a few "dark" hours on our recent trip to Vegas. Karen left me alone and went shopping. I started this poem then and finished it today.This poem doesn't reflect my current condition, so you don't have to call 9-1-1 or send firemen to my house. 

The Darkness

The darkness hovers over me,

I'm drowning in despair.

Desperately fighting to be free,

Gasping to get air.

The darkness knows I cannot win,

It's useless to resist.

Takin' prisoner once again,

I surely won't be missed.

I'm in a panic, can't you see,

I'm frantic to get out.

Fight or flight takes over me,

I'm darting all about.

I'm in a sweat, I cannot think,

The room begins to spin.

Edging closer to the brink,

My condition looking grim.

I've got to run, I want to hide,

I can't find my composure.

Darkness with me stride for stride,

Delight in my exposure.

Restroom near, an isle of hope,

So in the stall I cower.

I'll catch my breath and try to cope,

Be out within the hour.

It's done at last, I took some drugs,

The darkness finally lifted.

I’m on my feet, could use some hugs,

Or maybe be committed. 

Ken Ferguson