Acronym

People
Talking
Steadily,
Don’t.


Please
Tell me
Something
Dear repressed memory.


Panicking
Towards
Sole
Destruction.


Pacing
To
Something
Detached


An off shoot

A branch of a memory that I cannot uncover

Don’t call me Christopher Columbus
Because I search and search
And dig and dig
To end up empty handed.

Instead,

Call me Juan Ponce De Leon
Because I’m lost trying to find the Fountain of Youth
But instead I’m trying to find the Fountain of Truth
Because I don’t want this to control me.
But it is.
Because when it hits,

I stop.

The world keeps spinning but I stop so I get dizzy with circular motions
Centrifugal forces around me accompanied by voices
Telling me to ‘get over it’
Only those are in my mind
Because how can someone so scientific and calculating
Reason with the psychological.
Reason with this,


Professionals
Telling
Steady
Diagnoses.