Encased in seclusion, tatters of the mind, threads unpick themselves
unwarranted and confined.
Chaos and conflicts embed and unwind,
battling the uncertainty, with passing time
Upside down reality, shifting situations,
It’s a mad design
Set me free, let me wander
And resign to my safe space, cramping, the sky is deteriorating, surviving in squander
Black and grey, in blue I meander
Disappearing behind the ivory
Sucked into the subconscious ever blaring library, for me to be unconscious, lost in thought, my ego twists thought bribery.
I look around, it’s all abyss, I fight, I succumb,
It’s never ending,
That can’t be it, I whisper to myself,
I sing the hymns, I pray night and day
I flip the calenders but it’s only May
Monotonous grinding, a tape recorder on repeat, rewinding, thought loops whipping,
Shards of the ego chipping,
Latching onto the cliff edge by a fingernail, gasping mind decomposing, stale
Chained in dark, hounded by wailing.
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