Quietus

Somethings can’t be taught, My fathomless understanding of grief Has altered my thoughts to a brick wall Physically running into it- I can’t get through. The quietus of my imagination Deteriorates While I sit and write my rhapsody- My whole eternity halted A passion steaming past my shoulders— So closely in reach and so far. My story begins to end And I terrorize my mind- Instead of gently pushing- I run into the wall My reality becomes distorted Pixels cloud my mind When all I’m trying to see Is the inside of my mind March 19 2018