Mid-sentence my voice cracks,
thoughts lapse,
I'm stuttering over words
like they are spike filled bear traps.
Can't work out which way is forward,
black cloud overhead
has me lost in its downpour.
This is what it feels like
to be mid mental breakdown,
when no-one even notices
I'm wearing my smile upside down.
I can't get my train of thoughts linking.
The carriages are way off down the tracks
and I'm going full pelt towards the crevasse,
only to find no bridge crossing the pass.
The sound of my wheels
skidding trying to get a grip.
No one even knows I'm on the edge
and I'm just about to slip.
This murky lake so deep.
no-one knows that I'm sinking.
Yet I'm almost at the bottom.
These flash-flooding thoughts
I keep thinking.
The depths so dark,
devouring me whole,
consuming my mind, body and soul
Funeral dirge played to annoy,
like a constant surge of disturbing white noise.
No one knows that I'm in the coffin,
no one even turned up to see.
Just this empty solitary room
and the burning fire awaiting me.
Thanks for reading
please check out my new book "In Shadows"
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