A Wall

A wall

was erected

between and within my inner workings.

A weak synaptic junction,

malfunction.

It winds and twists like

a storybook snake from my nightmares.

It weaves itself throughout, collecting pieces along its way and using them as little grey lackeys to do its bidding.

Designing a thorny grey mosaic on its flexuous body,

so beautiful.

It admires its loveliness

while possessing my nature.

I am infested.

My thoughts, they are fragmented.

My words, they are muddled

into a puddle

of milk.

milque

a milquetoast

From time to time, a piece of the wall cracks away and

I have control.

I am open,

free.

But this sense of marvelous ease, it is fleeting

and yet again,

the drear appears.