asylum
disjointed connections
distorted reflections
unease has taken root
spread branches in my mind
blanketed my center with mold
tracked dirt through the temple
where i reside
poked holes
in the mortar of my being
threw open the gate and
let the bad things crawl inside
stalked and harassed at all times
with frighteningly increasing frequency
my worry stone has been worn smooth
beleaguered and annoyed
i wish to smash this construct
of artificial exuberance
i’ve got nothing left to lose
Sumayyah Talibah © 22 April 2017
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