Loops Poem by Abdul AlSerri

That familiar dread shrouded me from the world beyond myself. Fixated on thoughts that have by now become all too real. Tell yourself it's all in your head. How could I begin to accomplish such a task with the knowledge my mind bears responsibility for my entrapment? It's a labyrinth of emotions, each untangled to be analyzed for means of escape. Irony sees fit to embody this process of escape as the walls I consciously create. As my unknown mind conspired to lead me into it's intricate trap, I assume responsibility of fortifying the walls. Coalesced into whole again, the situation fully realized for what it is. Panic begins. Had I created this mental That familiar dread shrouded me from the world beyond myself. Fixated on thoughts that have by now become all too real. Tell yourself it's all in your head. How could I begin to accomplish such a task with the knowledge my mind bears responsibility for my entrapment? It's a labyrinth of emotions, each untangled to be analyzed for means of escape. Irony sees fit to embody this process of escape as the walls I consciously create. As my unknown mind conspired to lead me into it's intricate trap, I assume responsibility of fortifying the walls. Coalesced into whole again, the situation fully realized for what it is. Panic begins. Had I created this mental rickshaw oblivious to it's nature? How could I claim such nonsense if it's become routine? Despair, the more logical and rational my mind becomes the further I sink into the rigidity of analysis. Doubt, the progenitor of change. The fulfillment of reason I've come to expect. After all, I've had such experience to know the phases and process at work. Surely with foresight comes redemption from my torment. Inexplicably such doubt is attacked by further paranoias that degenerate into ever less possible scenarios to over analyze. As if again I had been working against myself all along as I frantically attempt to claw out. The seemingly endless loop of detrimental thoughts, the curses reserved for someone I despise, the agony of awareness, all flooding my core. Triumph, to win a battle waged against self can be called no such thing. Tragedy endures in this all encompassing space, knowing the outcome is no insurance that this won't begin again. oblivious to it's nature? How could I claim such nonsense if it's become routine? Despair, the more logical and rational my mind becomes the further I sink into the rigidity of analysis. Doubt, the progenitor of change. The fulfillment of reason I've come to expect. After all, I've had such experience to know the phases and process at work. Surely with foresight comes redemption from my torment. Inexplicably such doubt is attacked by further paranoias that degenerate into ever less possible scenarios to over analyze. As if again I had been working against myself all along as I frantically attempt to claw out. The seemingly endless loop of detrimental thoughts, the curses reserved for someone I despise, the agony of awareness, all flooding my core. Triumph, to win a battle waged against self can be called no such thing. Tragedy endures in this all encompassing space, knowing the outcome is no insurance that this won't begin again.