My reception of the world feels overwhelming.  I hear the sockets buzz.  Pleasant sounds become intrusive. Unwanted thoughts make me feel sick, and it’s as

Oh, weary brain, please cease your ceaseless churn, Release me from the torment that makes my soul yearn. I beg of you, surrender your relentless

Here I sit unmoving, my once vibrant skin decayed, Bugs and rumination have left me frayed, Living in stagnation, burdened with despair, My bark and

In deep crevices, my guilting cycles reside, Mind overgrown, weaving delusions as a guide, Rooting themselves deeper in unsettling lands, Unrevealed in darkness, where pain

In the current rendition of my personal perdition’s plight,  My condition leads, casting shadows in the fading light.  Penance is paid in installments, a toll

Nestled in comfort, I quietly sit  Not alone in the embrace of my home  Around the table, we gather and fit  Sounds of the outside