Audrey Donegan Poet Free verse

Jailed Mind

I am not someone I’d ever want to meet 
Storms rage in my head, 
Ashes settle on my feet.

My sanity is bleeding,
My hairline slightly receding
My touch a wicked chill, 
With a mangy heart and too weak a will

I am not someone I’d ever wish to hear
These eyes sweat screams 
As I trudge this crooked line in fear.

I’ll never write “importance” 
In a cleaver line or two
I’ll never be defined 
As brilliant bold and true

I am not someone I’d ever wish to know
I’ve seen much too much hate
To have love for my foe.  

Oh, Hiroshima of the mind
Break and bind me
Blow me up
Throw me up
Sum me up
And set me free

For I’m a tornado of petulance
A hurricane of grief
A tsunami of uncertainty
And there aint no relief.

I feel therefore I am… 
…a widow of this world
And no one I’d ever hope to love.

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