One morning,
\nafter a night of restive distress and confusion,
\nyou said,
\nwith fear and resignation,
\n“There is a chaos in my head.” <\/p>\n
And I saw it,
\nwith dread,
\nthe monster which was thereafter only to keep growing and growing,
\ntill it overcame you
\nalmost entirely. <\/p>\n
And I could not help,
\nonly tremble.
\nCould only yearn that you would fight it off,
\ndefeat it,
\nas you always had mine. <\/p>\n
What an unwise, unworthy investment I was.
\nHow alone you were —
\nmore alone than I am now,
\nfor I had had your sustenance, lifelong,
\nand you had never had mine.
\nOr anyone’s.<\/p>\n
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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 … <\/p>\n