Crisis
Cliff
Does
crisis creep up or descend upon?
Mental
instability is frowned upon
Cockroaches
run when lit upon
Society
runs and says “anon”
We always
wait until it’s too late
Slight
shift in mind state
Insanity
has no embarrassment
Derangement
is a noticeable fate
Do you
hear the tick or notice that tic?
The tap
is nervousness or obsessive pique
Fragile
is the psyche and beyond physique it’s peak
Along
comes the crisis and it cracks you into freak
Regret is
without any safety net
You’re on
track and then you miss the step
Just
beyond control you’re aware of the depth
But how
long this time before you can reverse this psyche catastrophe?
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