My mind is sick.
There is a cancerous
cell
closing in on all sides
until my eyes close for the day
and give me time away
from myself.
My mind is sick,
and I can’t escape it.
Tag: light
Angel
My bones are fractured in small cracks and lines
throughout my body.
I’ve been struck by a disaster that knows no category or scale to describe–
It has broken me into pieces and left me in screams of agony
From the absence of light.
I am fallen.
Converse Sneakers
He converses with me in his converse sneakers
And pulls me in with a silence that holds me up in his arms.
The sharp edges of his body match his intensity
And beat into me to bring my heart back to life again
From its long sleep.
Dead Space
There is a room in my mind that has no windows or doors.
It has no color–walls stripped bare and blank and empty–
like a force of nature decided to strip a home of its humanity.
Life has left the hallways and spaces of this place.
There is no frame or shape that can explain the barren structure left behind.
It has no name.
It is the definition of “nothing.”
Noise bounces off the foundation like a soundproof room, and leaves no trace of voice.
It is the little hell that keeps people from seeing God or faith in living things.
It is a piece of rotting wood, not good for anything.
This place in my mind–this deadened wood that has no purpose–
permeates my definition of life.
It reminds me of the pressing feeling that nothing lasts and everything fades to the past and pushes people back
until they can’t see color anymore.
It’s a black and white world.
Overseas
I don’t care about the mosquitoes.
It only keeps me on my toes,
And reminds my skin to be tough
So I can live through the changes.
I don’t care about the lack of electricity.
It only keeps me close to you
And it reminds my eyes to search harder
Through the dark so I can move.
I don’t care about the heat.
It only helps me bare myself more
And it reminds my hands to stay open
So I can be true to who I am.
I don’t care about the differences.
It only shows me more ways to love you
So I can find room to understand.
I don’t care about the dark,
As long as you hold my hand.
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