Angst ridden and hopeless

True despair radiates, it resonates in my soul.

There is a slow vibration of something more

Can I let the feelings languidly wash away?

A trivial thought of hate blows through my mind

It wraps itself  first insidious then seductive tricking me into feeling.

My disease wraps me gently in its grasp

A cradle familiar in its tenterhooks.

I am shown a solution but can I see?  Am I ready?