Darkness Visible from Nobody Home by Eliot Wilder

Then came upon me a feeling
That was beyond description
That some people might call the blues
But it’s so much worse than that
And you can’t shake it off
It’s not something you'd want to choose

For the thing which
I greatly feared had come upon me
And that which I was afraid of
Is come unto me
I was not in safety, neither
Had I rest, neither was I quiet
Yet trouble came

Every day is a weirdly nightmare
An ugly adventure in hell
That seems to get much worse in the afternoon
I feel a sense of dread
Deep-seated anxiety
Enough to make even the most stoic swoon

Wish I could describe this feeling
The actual dimensions of this torment
That’s buried deep in me like a jagged knife
This positive and active anguish
This psychical neuralgia
This brackish pain wholly unknown to normal life

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