Raging Storm

This storm has been raging for some time. 'Tis a matter I cannot explain openly, for I cannot put such a matter into words. But this storm grows me weary with each passing day. I am in the thick of it now; its clouds are dark, its thunder fierce. It leaves me feeling all but alone as its deluge overwhelms me. This storm in my mind...drowns me slowly. I know I must speak about this storm, but with its ghostly veil so hazy, 'tis difficult to see my own nose before me! But still, speak I must, even if I cannot know what lies directly ahead. I feel I am a lost cause--beyond a point of no return. This storm, this disease of my mind...perhaps I can only save myself one way. Perhaps a friend's soothing words are not enough. Perhaps my only chance to be saved is the one I may ne'er get the chance to have. Perhaps I must see...a professional.

These are my thoughts at this time.