I have a feeling of unease,
That has snatched away restful sleep
And planted doom in my mind.
It is at the pit of my being,
Refusing to leave me.
It has grown and spread
Its tentacles around my mind
Like a cobweb that entangles an insect;
Ready for the spider to devour.
Bewilderment, dread and all shades of unease
Are swirling around.
And I find that I had not envisioned
The new black shade
The green fields or the blue sky now wears.
The music of the rain I cannot hear.
I hear a noise that is foreboding, fearsome.
I cannot recognise the sunshine or the shadows;
Where is this place?
This is not the place where I have been living.
This is not the place where I would want to live.
Where am I now?
Where am I?