Days are for the sun to shine,
the light to beam,
and the fake smiles, laughter, and confidence to emerge.
Nights are for the moonlight to seep through the clouds,
The stars to glisten,
And the hauled up tears to finally come streaming down.
Bone hugging, more like
- is what is wished for and deemed right
The only way to
Grant this wish, fulfill this desire, correct the wrong
is to get rid of the hiss, right?
And in order to do so,
will come slithering up and through your torso,
as a reaction to the bristles on your toothbrush;
coaxing the snake out of its hiding.
Leaving your body and mind
Empty, relieved, satisfied and pleased.
Yet so fraught, disappointed, fearsome and creased.
Imagine being a caterpillar.
Curled up in your cocoon,
Dreaming of soaring the interstellar
And up and around the moon.
Wishing for some fresh air,
And someplace, somehow, somewhere,
to be able to finally
spread your wings
But in reality you’re stuck.
Stuck and curled up.
Forever eyeing and envying the eccentric butterflies
Fluttering and flourishing throughout the skies.
The clench of your teeth and fist,
Digging into your gums and wrist.
Your limbs, throat and chest tightened,
Feeling angry, engulfed, and terribly frightened.
Your eyes have gone fuzzy and dark.
Your face, frail and stark.
Confusion fills the air,
As you’ve caused such a scare.
This is what occurs,
When you feel an attack,
Up and behind your back.
Fits of hyper-venti-lation
With no seemingly logical explanation.
All you’ve done is say those six sharp words,
That are now stabbing you in the back, just like swords.
Your thoughts jumbled up in a giant mess,
Lost in all of the dark, heavy stress.
And it’s all pressed
On your quivering, fragile chest.
It feels like a never ending pit.
No one seems to understand it.
And now all you’re left with,
is that dizzy-making, stomach-churning hell of a fit
Inside your mind,
A maze one may find.
A maze filled with mice
frantically scurrying about.
Poisoning every thought throughout.
Inside of your mind,
A storm one may find.
A storm casting lightning
down on all the positive and enlightening
thoughts found throughout.
Inside of your mind,
A big, blue monster one may find.
A monster stomping on all of your
colourful, vibrant and admirable
dreams and desires.
may one find,
inside of your mind?