Wants

Wants

         I don’t want...
To be in Solitary Confinement today.

 

         I don’t want...
The thickening, gray fog
of Depression
To hide it all from view,

 

The freezing, hard rain
of Desperation
To wash it all away,

 

The blistering, cold fire
of Anxiety
To rip it all open.

 

         I don’t want...
Fears crowding my brain,
Devils shouting from my shoulders,
Panic shaking my hands.

 

         I don’t want...
To feel this way,
To hurt this way,
To cry this way.

 

         I don’t want.