This bedlam! The sinkhole atop my corpse!
Derelict; God too refused to Love me!
Hope becoming less. Dying as it warps.
Despair; that too seems to be above me.
Lost between fringes of my psychosis.
Remnants of a beautiful shattered mind.
Every fragment seely upon notice.
My struggle with the self that I can’t find.
My chaperone of double mindedness
leads the way; trending along a bevel.
Hopes leverage against death’s entry test
despite being designed by the devil.
Resolution lost within dialogue.
My illusion diagnosed: Mental Fog.
Copyright © Dill Dennison | Year Posted 2019
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