Sick Mind
My brain is scrambled eggs,
the chaos that occurs within,
slams shells against invisible walls.
I live with sickness,
raging seizures of emotion,
pulling me between a place of darkness,
and the present.
I dance shapelessly in between.
Empty puppet,
strings half torn down,
numbed.
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2017
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