The Scarecrow In the Garden of My Life

I shrink into a dot Macroscopic to a naught Microscopic to myopic A knot obsolete and chaotic I dissolve into thin air Trapped and gagged by fear Strapped to my own devices I pale and fade in the light of my vices I vibrate like static And tense with panic As the overcast cloud advances And looms over me like a tomb Anticipating the unsightly eruption of her womb To drown my logic And possess me with her black magic I shield my flame And expand the dot I've become Into a timeline bold and straight forward I recapture the present mode And lose myself in the storm The gusts of her scorn come Hostility and animosity, At the centre of this complexity My irrational mind cannot forgo My heart on a string like a yoyo Superstition is real It’s inundation can kill I disappear into the future To regain composure 05-28-2015 "Write me sad"