If I could zip back,
Rewinding the meandering coils
Of time,
I'd be a jittery lamb again.
A lamb, blinded by hours
Basking in sunlight.
I was a fool to let the
Blindfold slip.
When my naked eyes were fully
Coated with the venom,
I plunged into a different kind of
Blindness.
Blindness, the cackle of sadism that
Pushed me into a windowless room.
A rigged board game that
Forces me to play every day,
With the promise of
Never crossing the finish line.
A distant scream,
Muffled beneath the heavy hand of
Of a corrupt entity
A polluted wind of a factory,
Chilling every bone,
Every organ,
Every thought,
Whirling glass shards
Of pulverized dreams
A beast that sends you reeling
With every blow,
Landing punches before you
Can come up for air.
A guttural voice,
Urging another
Razor-etched drawing,
Flaying myself alive.
A tear in the quilt,
A crack in the cornerstone,
A silhouette that threatens to
Walk in human shoes.
A search for my
Lost
Head.
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Today Wasn't The Best
Poesía"Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you." -Joseph Heller
