Brain held captive
by my weary heart.
Ransom fee
too high a price,
can I spread the cost
in instalments across life?
Or do I have to pay up front
to try to pry apart
the vice like grip
my lonely heart has over my wits?
Bound and gagged,
tortured brain
covered in paper bag,
no hope glowing
through the neurons,
no oxygen flowing
from disconnected lungs.
The beating starts to lag,
but my brain is left in a cage
outside in the pouring rain,
and the flowers beside me
are starting to sag.
Tracing the fault lines
of my fractured mind.
You find the weak spot
and start to mine.
Digging deeper, not a worry
that the edges are crumbling,
You keep going
as bits of brain
come tumbling.
All that is left
a flatline
and the mechanical sound
of a machine grinding me down.
Macabre drive by
takes place
a later time and date.
A parade
of my last remaining
drops of clarity.
Brain held in a glass case
for all to see.
A funeral procession
for my broken sanity.
As once again I listen to my heart
instead of the truth of reality.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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