25 December 2015

head isn't straight

my mind is a chaotic mess of images and words

slowly slicing my reality layer by layer

movement drives trepidation into my spine

heightens my anxiety to a toxic level

If I don't move, just remain still

but I don't control my actions

I gutted another "friend"

their Blood drying on my hands

tears of frustration on my face

I'd scream if I had the strength

but only silence escaped my lips

I Hung my head in sorrow

I wasn't still enough

another person is dead

Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince

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