Mind overfill
So it all spilled
over— system failure,
red lights and alarms,
a series of harm.
One too many arms,
fingers creeping, reaching.
Brain undone, overcome,
like a cookie snapped in half.
Sitting in the aftermath:
crumbled, crumbled.
You can hear them
rumble, rumble,
to eat you alive.
Close your eyes.
Or open them.
The darkness consumes
all either way,
running blind through this maze.
"Foolish girl, thought you could escape?"
Mind overflowed.
Bending of the bow
and aim and release.
So much at stake.
Not a single break.
There is no peace.
Try all you might
but its not yours to decide
whether to bridge the divide.
A mind split and shattered
to resemble The Mad Hatter.
Let it go, arms slack.
(HERE COMES
THE PANIC ATTACK)
YOU ARE READING
Every Last Drop
Poetryfor hard times. for the lonely late nights. and the tears we cry. every last drop. * all rights reserved
