August 2010
2 posts
“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself...”
– Edna St. Vincent Millay
Insanity
Elusive thoughts run through my head.
My perceptions are limitless.
Cataclysmic faults tear my shield down.
Helpless, I cry out to a deaf world.
I claw my way out of the jumbled mess I call my brain, only to be sucked in further.
Deeper
Deeper
Deeper
Until there is nothing left.
I suppose you can call me insane.
I’ve become a victim; a victim of insanity.