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.