Hysteria

How does the initiation of a psychological breakdown occur? How do you characterize it as a breakdown? What if one is artistic at suppressing them? A great term suppression. Limitless in its depth and unmeasurable with its boundaries. I have not stated the blatant truth. Never can probably. That is why poetry is a peaceful methodology. I can play with my words. What can be said such that one is truly able to feel free, such that you never understand what is being talked about. There is not one thing, that aches. But a series of slabs that collapse during untimely circumstances. It always was contentious to speak out, so I pause. Riddle words in a way. Blame the sun for all of Earth's pain. Blame the wind for trapping me under its atmospheric pressure. Allow rain to pour down and water the Earth. Question the pain that causes it to pour down. Appreciate the nature that sprouts out of it. And let it go. No. Never let it go. Hold on to it like the string of a kite, only to get lost looking for it if an external force cuts it down. With it I am burdened, without it I am lost. Trapped once again. Would you rather be lost or be burdened? It's been a long long time so you close your eyes and trace it with your fingers. A gregarious being, lost in a field of loneliness. A curled up ball of nothingness hidden in a corner. Awaiting the unfathomable to come and consume it. Not a rescue operation, not a cure, but just a tinge of peace accompanied with riddance. A curled up ball of nothingness lying on every page of a notebook. A curled up ball of nothingness drowning in a large ocean of emptiness. Till it consumes. Till it destroys. Till it abducts the relief that could have existed. A continuous form of loss, with no beginning or end. An unseen visualization of uneasiness, thriving at its best. Where every road leads to failure and an end. As if this walking pyramid of hysteria never existed. 

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