May 17th

Mind is maliciously multiplying
Cannot land my grip on it
Thoughts are half created and collapsing
From the ferocious echoes of visions
Visions of far, near and just passed
Never too far away never too small
Swallowing my consciousness and belching
The after taste lingers and haunts
Smells of fear and insecurities
That shatter my day and stay
Picking at the corners of my brain
I want to cleans and be free
Escape the secret dark enemy
but the enemy is me
More than just a mirror physical image
More than an idea
More than a dream
Waiting for me to lose touch
Lose ground and fall into the crack
The holes in life are real
Watch your step