Downward Spiral

How often I find myself
in dilemmas created
by the genius of my mind.

It leads me to situations
not of my making, yet
somehow I’m the problem
even when I might be the
solution.

Alarms go off
wherever I set foot,
perhaps warning people
in the vicinity
of trouble’s arrival.

How does one not tremble
when fear creeps up
like spiders seeking refuge
in your ears? 

What do you make of
the judgemental eyes,
not of people but of
cats and crows?

They sense something’s off
about you, but are wise to
not alert the nearest stranger.

I’m not the same person I was
yesterday or the day before,
yet nothing feels changed,
only worse.

Time only tells what time it is,
so how does one distinguish
between bad and good timing?

One moment, I am happy,
the next, I am sad;
there’s no fixed schedule
for my emotions.

They rarely wander away
from my true feelings,
but what if the only thing
I ever feel is despair?