Poem Pieces

These poem pieces tell a story, my story. A hidden darkness only written words will ever know.


38. Burnt Misletoe

I'm paralyzed
Myself I cannot recognize
These fragments I'll vaporise

Where is the person I know?
With the fractured and torn shards to show
It's like I'm standing under burnt mistletoe

Mirrors reflect my etching fear
I'm stuck in this self-defeating atmosphere
Then the voices I made scream disappear

Is it really only fight or flight?
What if there's this scabby parasite?
So many words I wish I'd rewrite

Hit play on the erasing tapes
Maybe I'll find something common in these deforming shapes
I'll be lucky if my tormented mind one day escapes


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