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"
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