23/11/2017

A Day at a Time



Again
I am lying in the foetal position
Oblivions scrutiny screws with me
Such chaos leaves nothing to trust
Inner cold claims every good thing
Wounded by sudden thoughts
Headlines designed as weapons
In icy focus
Internal entanglement an insatiable trap
There is nothing I can say
I cry out with gibberish trying to sidestep language
Longing to utter answers unknown
Somehow the bonds must loosen and truth disperse desperation

Eventually sleep
With it the secret ordering of my mind
The morning a cave
To carve out the future again