In a way, this poem is inexplicable but then the words are pretty self-explanatory at the same time. There are always those times that come in life where nothing makes sense. It seems like so much is against you and suddenly, you lose yourself in negativity. These words from created from my nightmares, in a way that I could decipher what I was feeling, mentally, emotionally, and physically.
This person inside me
These feelings dwelling inside me
It is not me
Lying beneath the corpse protecting me
Where did I go?
I am lost and my conscience new
before I could even get a hint
a swift sense
of the otherworldly soul developing
within me
No one ever set me up for this day
When my mental home decided to play
tricks on me, on me
D**n it, this isn’t me
Why am I wondering around deep in
this blinding fog?
Eyes burning, lips cracking
chapped
I’m tapped, out
of life
Death is upon me, isn’t it?
God is coming to take me to he-he-heaven, isn’t He?
They say pray the Lord, my soul to keep
But my soul is forsaken down in this hot, heavy heap
…I don’t know, man–
The haze is talking
