Nothing is clear –
Like rain drops
That fall into the ocean
And disappear,
So are these wisps.

Are they mere thoughts?
Perhaps Imaginings?
Or are they real?
More importantly,
What do they mean?

Why have they chosen
To haunt, not just the mind,
But also the body?

As much as you try
To resist and to deny,
It slowly becomes clear,
You are unraveling;
And that this deep seated fear
Of stark exposure,
May drive you to the edge
Of your threadbare sanity.