It started late as I lay upon the sofa reading.
The weight of life bearing heavily upon me.
As I flicked the page, the pain arrived.
Tearing up my arm and shredding the heart from body.

A sudden wave of nausea flooded my tortured body as I
Fell into a pit of leering darkness.
A dim light at the end of a rotating tunnel.
Awareness of body gone, so it seemed.

Then a sudden crash as I scrambed for a phone,
A desperate call in this strange crisis.
Then a loud knock, door broken open.
Peaceful darkness once more.

A bell had rang somewhere, it woke me up.
My blue eyes peered for angels and nurses came
running.
An alarm had gone off.
Awake once more came the examination.
Post mortem on my incident.
Grim faces and even grimmer conclusion.
I stared up uncaring at last.

Today I decided to leave this rancid place.
Had to get out. Convnce them that someone was home.
There was of course, my loving cat.
She howled as I wandered in, I cried too.

It had been a close thing. A brush with the Grim Reaper.
Only consequences remain now. A clock ticking down.
It will tick loudly until the pain returns that final time.
When peaceful darkness enfolds my shattered soul.

Sadly this experience is real...Happened 3 hours after closing account...Had fearful premonition...

You may notice an even darker streak to my stories and poems now. Not surprising.

So I'm back..Much pain due to damage. Boxful of ruddy tablets..

Only my tortured mind remains whole..

So I sit and type, listening to hallowwen music..Loudly...

2nd poem that perhaps reflects my current state follows...

PS...Jerrix will continue...