There is a chaos in my head 2010-05-25

One morning,
after a night of restive distress and confusion,
you said,
with fear and resignation,
“There is a chaos in my head.”

And I saw it,
with dread,
the monster which was thereafter only to keep growing and growing,
till it overcame you
almost entirely.

And I could not help,
only tremble.
Could only yearn that you would fight it off,
defeat it,
as you always had mine.

What an unwise, unworthy investment I was.
How alone you were —
more alone than I am now,
for I had had your sustenance, lifelong,
and you had never had mine.
Or anyone’s.

2010-05-25

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