Musings

I know I’m in here somewhere; this tangled mess of mind.

I know I’m in here somewhere; it’s me I need to find.

Sometimes it all becomes a maze, of walls all infinitum,

that towers over heart and soul until my mind goes numb.

Then, cowering in a corner with no defence or escape,

I sit there mute and trembling; my Spirits mouth agape.

And while I know it’s an illusion, I know my world will fall,

And wait in that deafening silence for fates final call.

Is that call the end of it – the end of what I wonder;

Is that the day when I’ll finally end up six feet under?

Or will it be a rebirth when the true me blossoms wild

And I walk out through the garden that is my inner child?

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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