Mindโs Eye
I donโt hide from the world
I hide from the world my mind made
from perceptions that are
my perpetual persecution
from the disturbing thoughts
like ghosts that haunt
I hide from those eyes
that sprouted from my skin
back when it began
snakes born of sickness
the birth of self-criticism
the inception of self-consciousness
venomous terror
invading my veins
a heart held hostage
to pain
at the end of
a defeated day
I am a crumpled poem in the trash
broken pens
my heart is emptied
of the pulse of words
everything that matters
atrophies
I lay listless
speechless
I let the apathy
swallow me
suffocate all feeling
I want to drown
until morning.
