A Respite That Renders

Designed and created to help,
it now controls you,
but now that it leaves
you don't know what to do.
Its respite renders you
helpless in every way.
You can't think, you can't act,
you don't know what to say.
Instead you react
in a state of sheer panic,
like an addict attacked
by his paranoia, brutally manic.
Your irrational dependency
that, prior you thought nothing about,
now strikes you crippled
without even a voice to shout.
You cannot shift blame
for there is only one
who lacked preparation
when all was said and done.
Now that you feel
a world crashed and crumbled
perhaps the ruin that remains
will cause you to be humbled.
Perhaps now you won't
take advantage of the situation
but rather serve as more than a puppet
so you are full of more than consternation.