Fragments

Secrets slicing through
si le nc e,
seeds of insanity—deeply sown—
spreading poisonous doubts
over what is
real.

 

F r  a g m  e  n t  s   of

daydreams,

sharp, poignant,
f  l  o

a

 t

behind my faded eyes;
stills of life,
frac-

tured  and

desperate,
pause

long enough
for me to know their
truth.
I badly need to
f

r

e

e

me,

change the cassette that’s
looping my mind,
stop the voice who terrifies me . . .

 

I wonder
how.

 

Jaws of fatigue eat me,
morsel by
m  o  r  s  e  l
I’m barely here any more,
can you see me?

 

My fingernails are
starting to ache and
letting go would be so
e a s y