Friday, March 2, 2007

on the brink of what exactly?

I think I'm going mad;
little things to notice

no concentration,
nervous spasms
one brain scrambled
as an addict.

a mind floats away
looking down at me
and laughs out loud
I think I'm going mad;

feelings, don't exist,
no joys, no sorrows
there is no appetite
only aches and more aches;

looking in the mirror
i see nothing
but a wrinkle between my brow
I touch to feel the pain behind brown eyes
I think I'm going mad.

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