Mental Landfill

Have I come too far inside?

lost in the maze of ideas I find

can’t see the exit

the doorway invisible

Indistinguishable from the thoughts that line

the walls, am I stuck here for eternity

scrabbling around these unreal confines

to find my own identity

I shuffle around the pathways,

tricking my own nerve endings

sending thoughts zapping around me

self-agonizing, I want to flee

my own thoughts haunting,

too many visions I see

visiting me in my walled in self contained

mental cage, prison cell brain

in this labyrinth of my own sanity

triggers my anxiety

Have I stumbled too deep?

I'm tripping over new thoughts

as I think them

the walls are closing,

ceiling corroded

room imploding

as I flood myself with thoughts imposing

composing new torture devices

tools that splice my mind

this space is so unkind

Is this hell?

my own private torture shell

where thoughts rupture

the ground shakes

jolting the structure

with earthquakes

head tremors, Brain aches

is this hell?

a prison cell, shared with my own mental landfill

As I calm, the thoughts unravel

I see a new way to travel

beauty in picture scenes

light beams, breaking through

overgrown branches of bad dreams

I find a path through

the brambles and thorns

nettles and spiteful thoughts

I find a door,

I choose to explore some more

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.