Insanity

Slipping, falling, plummeting, head first,
    off a steep precipice, into a deep trench,
             toward a jagged bottom, away from reality.
Slowly, steadily, advancing, face first,
      into the problem, straight toward the end,
             bypassing any solution, pushed over that line.
How can a person feel it? How can you see that black,
      pulsating thing hanging over your shoulder?
             How can you suspect such a silent creature?
It pushes you micrometer by micrometer. Barely
      enough to tell. You are a frog in a pot of water,
           and ever so slowly, the heat increases and you,
                 you remain unaware until it is too late.
Insanity: the silent killer, Insanity: the hidden
         trap, Insanity: the invisible escape.
I sink, settle toward the bottom, fall away,
         into darkness, fall, fall, fall
                   down into the deep...
                                              down into nothingness



off the edge.