Some Poetry
Haunted
Bright eyes laughing
Sharing secrets behind hands.
Then nothing.
Calls and messages left unreturned.
You’ve become a ghost
And I am haunted.
My thoughts dart
Here
And
There
Like water droplets
Glistening on a spider’s web.
I can’t let it go.
It is a sore
I can’t stop picking.
The wondering.
The not knowing.
Did I do something?
Was something said
That you believed?
Though I may be guilty
I can’t defend myself
If I don’t know.
The Quilt
Creeping, hiding
Just out of sight.
Fingers reaching like tentacles
To tickle my mind.
Grasping, clutching.
Overtaking me.
A black fog descending.
A mere shadow.
Moving slowly.
Steadily.
Unyielding.
I refuse to succumb
To the dark power.
Bindings encircle my heart,
Making it constrict.
Engulfing my brain
With thoughts
That you control.
I am your prisoner.
Bound by your ligatures.
You burrow into my depths,
dominating my whole,
but I am not ready to surrender.
The pressure you inflict
Shatters my soul
Into tiny pieces
That fall to the floor,
But I gather them together again.
I work hard to reattach the bits.
A quilt of my former self.
I fold the edges together
Into a manageable portion
That can be tucked away
Until next time.
Chaos
Pounding thoughts
Sleepless still
Carve and maul
But not to kill
Chaos engulfs
The inner battle
Spirit spinning
Perceptions rattle
Disoriented murmurs
Oppositional strife
Consciousness traps
Til the end of life.
Tumbling
The darkness is coming.
But it’s a long way off.
There’s a maniac in the mirror.
Pupils dilated
Making my dark eyes appear black
Holes I could fall into
My thoughts are too loud
Too fast
Slipping by
Like water trickling through my fingers.
I try to grab one
But they spill out of my head
Puddling on the ground
Until I’m empty.
