Pills

It took me a while to sum up the guts to see the doctor, but I need his aid desperately.

We went through the regular check ups, all seemed to be normal. But it was only when I told him about my particular problem, that he raised an eyebrow. Perhaps looking at me as abnormal.

There was an awkward silence as he scribbled down his notes. He asked, "if he was the right person to help", my problem to him seemed to be out of his proffesion.

Still he felt it due just to at least try to help.

So he prescribed sleeping pills to perhaps help with the sleep.

"For the chocking experience, it could be anxiety so go seek out counseling. And if that doesn't help then perhaps you need Jesus", he bluntly told me.

So with such advice I left his office. But still at unease.

And as I walked slowly to my car, I heard footsteps behind but with no person around to own them.

They got louder and louder as if this thing was coming much closer. I started to run, Lord almighty how I ran for my life to my car.

The choking feeling began to hold my throat. Hitting the car's door, the window drops down and I used that opportunity to quickly open the door.

As I got in ready to start the car and dash off, the feeling disappeared.

All falls quiet again as if everything is normal.

I took a moment to calm myself, started up my car and left.

At work I put out a sign saying back in 30 minutes. Went into the backroom to find a sofa I purposely put there for quick naps. Took pills to try and relax. Trying to rest myself to calmness.

"Such a broken man. I may not work.

His pain makes no sense like eating soup with a fork.

I may not do my job well,

I need a whole team to put this man to sleep. Better yet a sleeping spell.

Such a broken man,  you don't know your own Truth.

That what causes your troubles only comes from your youth.

FACE THE TRUTH."

                                                 _ Pills.