Backlash

Stability.  The amenity of my life.
Events happened that were never intended;
I'm sure.
But how is it for you now?
The causality, reality, and centrality
Of what you've done is hitting hard.
Like being suffocated,
I realize it's too late,
Even though I struggle
Against the inevitable.
I panic and attempt to gasp
While screaming in my head.
My memories flash over all of the finite bad
Instead of the infinite good.
This was never supposed to happen;
I'm sure.