#1
They worm into my head through my eyes
When there is only black around them.
The sun shortens the day leaving me with myself.
Things I shouldn't think and things I shouldn't see
Burrow down into my mind and anchor their roots in my
psyche.
I don't want anyone to know.
My mind is my secret.
Poison seeps into it at night,
And my own voice charges me to work at my perfection,
To draw my mind away from wear and tear of daytime.
Time is on my side; I have plans to execute.
Silence and grandeur are my unquestionable concepts,
Sacred tallies of my madness.
You'll never realize how far I've come.
#2
Nighttime
Yesterday, some nagging worries
Did devour my night.
Ferocious shadows lingered in the dark.
Pleading to a deity less real than ever,
I am a prisoner of my own vulnerability,
Trusting blankets to supply security,
Secretly knowing that the rot was
On the inside.
#3
Worse years settled,
Lately, I've been writhing on the bottom.
That's why I'd whisper vulgar words.
General cares always tempered the machines,
But when you're exhausting your existence furiously,
the slow laughter and silent voice of death
prove that quietus is a palpable expiration.
November 2008
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