The hanging tree...

At this point sorrow seems inevitable. He wonders, why can't he let go? Even after all this time? The psychosis comes out of nowhere. It takes hold and it does not let loose until something lies in ashes - either him or the people he claims to love. He fights off. Tries to maintain his composure any way he can - yet somewhere deep inside he knows he shall fail. There are no more guardian angels watching over him. No more hail marry's to come crashing from the sky and offer resolution. There is no ending to this madness, no tangible cure. No remedy which could heal his heart and give him the patience to let life unfold as it wants, not as he would like. He screams for them to go away. But the ghosts simply laugh and go about their agenda. He holds no sway. He is nobody - nobody who could impact the course of destiny. He is simply a watcher, a spectator who is powerless to swim against the current, being forced to either drown or be swept down the waterfall. To live or to die another day.