Lights blend,
sounds intrude.
My mind struggles
to comprehend.
Juggling thoughts
in higher multitudes.
Fail to see clearly.
Everything blurs
into the background stew.
The maelstrom
which I wade through.
The real storm
raging in me.
I'm feeling
all at sea.
I'm flooded.
Feel confused.
It's all too real
but none of it is true.
The thoughts,
the noise,
all too much.
Blank eyed stare
of a mind that stutters.
It flutters
in and out of the room.
Behind the shutters
that have been slammed shut.
A moth drawn to the lights,
little knowing
they seal
his tomb.
I stare into the middle distance.
Not seeing anything.
Feel in need
of some assistance.
I'm straining to get my brain
into the right gear,
through the thoughts raining
I hear my name,
spoken soft and clear
but I am distracted, mind impacted,
linked synapses all firing then collapsing.
Creating a traffic jam in my head.
I can hear the horns being pushed.
I'm tiring. Perspiring.
Red tinged skin
like someone left me
sat next to a fire.
I'm burning red hot,
soaked in sin.
OK I've got this.
Breathe.
I try to breathe,
but my lungs
have other ideas,
like drowning
on the air.
I can't leave.
That would make
people stare,
I'm struggling to make sense
of the feelings in the air.
Breathe.
I try to breathe
but it's like I'm inhaling fire
deep into my chest cavity.
Breathe.
Slowly outlines appear.
Breathe
Panic floats off into the air.
Breathe.
I'm starting to think clearer.
Breathe.
I'm letting go of the fear.
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