Delirium’s companion.

A head composed of shingle upon the shore

The washing of waves on pebbles

Was all that I knew.

I spoke and heard the echo

From a well deep under the ground

Muffled by distance

A voice came

All vowels with no meaning

Blinding light and misty shadows

You told me I was going to die

But all I heard was the sea

All I know is shadows

That was my first day

The high shriek of alarms

Woke ghosts all around

Sweat and nylon sheets

Tangle like demons threatening

Unseen damnation

as limbs struggle under unseen weights

I knew then that this was the second day

Cool breeze swept mechanically

From fans speaking Shakespeare

In a nightmare’s own voice

Breathing obstructed by fingers of Regret

names studded by drum beats

Staccato cacophony of footsteps

Beating syllables of lost moments

A break in the agony

A sudden lucidity

That was the last day.