fears

The old fears are back again
The familiar paranoia.
Scared like a child;
Sick like I’ve aged.
Infected with thoughts,
unable to sleep,
unable to eat.
My heart bleeds
My mind races.
I ache, I hurt, but for what?
Loss of a love that no longer wants me?
Leaving a passion
That was smothered?
Too much of a good thing.
Not enough realism
Too much insanity.
I was meant to be alone
As I cannot take a step
Back to breathe.