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
