self eviscerationfeatured
what is a mind at war
with itself
my Self
fragmented
oozing through the gaps
in my Spirit
a thousand festering wounds
burn through my vessel
through Me,
“the observer”
feels more like
“the victim”
begging for a
permanent end
to the suffering that is
Life
relentless
loss
cruelty
despair
the pressure
of one thing piling
atop another
& another
& another
trying to hold it
together
keep it moving
lest i die or
worse
i break
& the corrosive ichor
that’s seeped through
my Spirit
my Self
spills unto Every Thing
a rot
that burrows deep
& makes a feast
of All that is sacred
to Me,
a thing
still beyond it’s own reach
lost
& at war with itself.
