Too Dark To Think Poem by Aaron Mac Lean

Deepening depression; Insecurity creeping close behind it.

I crawl along the floor beckoning for help please someone pick me up

lend your hand lend your ear

hear my cry s hear my please.

these words from myself, these words from them, they cripple me so.

I drag along the floor pick me up, help me up from the darkened corners of my own mind

and lift me to my feet into the light that I so dearly miss.

and I'll thank you for all this bliss.