Crisis Poem by Marilyn Jean

One cannot forecast it
Prepare nor be ever ready
It looms but just an instant
Then falls here and buries me down
It weighs tons and my mind tears in pieces
Crisis time comes here for one reason and none can even say
Sleeping time will be unpleasant and tomorrow waking up even worst
I have done nothing to call this, did not see it come but here it is
More than half my life trapped in this spiral, your only power on me
The power of making me unhappy and make me cry when I least expect it
Simply because you can, this time after time