Immensely microscopic,
Numerously individual,
Numb from feeling,
A puzzle, who's missing piece, is amorphous.

Trapped in a prison,
The cell is my head.
Nowhere to hide,
Repression passes time,
Depression stops time,
Anxiety makes time my cellmate.
Locked in a prison where freedom is terror.

As an immortal spiritual being,
Who happens to be living a temporary human experience,
This experience,
Is beginning to feel,
Quite, permanent

A chess match, inside myself, in my head.
The rules don't seem applicable today,
Logic is gone, I would rather be dead.
Alive and well, I'm in this hellish play.
Back and forth, and back and forth, black and white,
Your turn, my turn, your turn, wait, who are you?
I am playing this game by myself, right?
Fighting myself, 'round and 'round, never through.
Once a defeat has been made, losers weep.
To the victor goes the spoils, my life.
The smoke has cleared, I sob, without a peep.
Stalemated forever, my pain, my strife.
A word for the wise, serenity hides.
Stoically waiting, longing, for your eyes.