By Suwen Liew
The distraction attraction,
That gives me a fraction
of stability,
To keep my head from untying itself from
pandora’s box,
The ticking clock-
counting down to inanity
Before the storm’s
waves hit me again.
Flooded by delirium’s common trend
catching myself in a net of numbness,
Where my thoughts are not my own but of others,
they kill me when I try to stop.
Stop.
Stop, I can’t stop
these oceans of rectangular boxes
crushing thoughts
That can’t be there,
Smeared with the split ends of hairs,
Double visions in nightmares,
They don’t end,
They’re everywhere,
In every corner that I am awake,
In awareness.
Intent that collapses with an overdrive of madness,
Sadness,
But revenge.
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