I can't go on living.
not like this, nor as someone else.
I can't go on questioning the itch I sense, the blood I release, the hunger that aches.
for it is played unjustly
in my mind.
All life is a deception
in my mind.
This horrible, horrible pair of eyes.
sending messages
to my mind.
only to be misinterpreted
in my mind,
I am confused
in my mind,
I am a danger to others
in my mind,
I am not worth the breath I waste, the water I hoard, the energy that dissipates.
In my mind,
my mind is in.
and nothing shall come out.
Fog
let the fog come.
these sunny days are letting me down.
the ferocious blue skies,
clear with overwhelming truth.
let the fog come.
shade my sight
embrace my being and
remit the afterglow
beaming from my hidden bafflement.
let the fog come
and shield the eager lake
until the reflected sun
becomes something I can take.
This is my first experience posting my work on the net,
actually this is the first real creative binge. All these
emotions come pouring out, and I gotta put them
somewhere. If any one's got something to say, I'm
ready.(at Launtryism@aol.com)