The Run

Your lungs feel hot.

The burn keeps you aware that you’re still going.

You start to feel dizzy.

But.

You keep passing people

Keep persisting forward.

All is well.

 Until one moment more

It sinks in.

Slowly but surely it’s there.

Its purpose is unknown.

The sense overwhelms.

Overpowering your thoughts.

No longer can you control your mind.

It is not your own.

Nothing anyone did.

Nothing anyone can do.

Are you even running anymore?

Mindlessly apathetic.

Empty.

A carcass of who you once were.

It found you once again.

You slow from your run

Jogging.

Fading into a walk.

Your body is confused.

You stop.

Crouching down, you grab your face.

Involuntary.

But necessary.

Sitting down you reach for your knees.

Bringing them close to your body

You hold them.

Rocking back and forth.

Back and forth.

Falling to the side of your body,

You lay.

Still clinging to your knees.

The ground is cold on your skin.

 Concrete.

A tear

Unwillingly shed.

It warms your cheek like acid rain.

No sounds are made.

No more control.

Paralyzed.

Physically. Mentally. Emotionally.

Drained.

Motionless you wait.

Wait for this sudden hell to leave you.

This depression that comes too often without warning.

This depression that stays for days on end.

When will I be able to run again?