Living...sort of
by: karen marie

darkened doom,
inside the room,
that is inside my head.

contorted thoughts,
as i try not,
to think of what you said.

count and clasp,
the things i grasp,
are very far from here.

i'll never find,
the piece of mind,
i'm losing all things dear.

contortionists,
can bend and twist,
with amazing ease.

but that's not me,
might never be,
i need some help, please!

i can't pretend,
that i control,
the things inside my head.

cold jealousy,
is stabbing me,
and filling me with dread.

yes I know,
it's time to go,
but your not ready yet.

you are intwined,
in old divine,
in that you are a threat.

i wonder how,
to get you now,
to see things eye to eye.

let's meet right here,
the end is near,
we are born when we die.

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