The first thing I think of when I awake
And the last thing I think of as I fall asleep
Is the same thing I think of all through the day
That makes me smile widely and weep
I claw my face off with turgid talons
I crawl and maul my skin that is stained red
The anguish of the ambush in my atoms
Drives me insane and inane in my head
The dizzying dream delights and depresses
It is the apple that resides in my eye
And every thought is impossibly incessant
Because every one it occupies
Overwhelmingly obvious
I am obsessed
You are oblivious
And I'm purely possessed
YOU ARE READING
Escapril 2020
PoetryA poetry collection based on prompts from @letsescapril on Instagram
