siranswerer

whitey

 

my mind was fractal patterns of depression
green and black thoughts of obsession
I dropped, like a weight had been laid on my shoulders
dragging my mind behind, like a boulder
waiting an eternity for the wait to be over
thinking thoughts got slower and slower
I sank, lower and lower
back resting on nothing
head hanging in despair
world spinning faster and faster
arches of night bright light
thunder shouting and forks flashing
overwhelmed and drowning
unable to lift my arm flailing
storms raging and swirling
hesitant uplifting
quietness reflecting
breathing, then sleeping