Sitting on this couch
I witnessed my best lamp turn into a goat
in these moments
With no troll for physical intervention
I truly fear me own chemistry
I had to go
It's a strange turn of events when ones mind can no longer be trusted
Even stranger when it comes so abrupt and uninvited
like an old friend with sandbox obligations
Fear in that I have no idea when I actually came unhinged
Relax
Retrace your steps
Find a time when these images actually made sense
When the sky had a less sinister muse
when life echoed humble
When stomach pain was a dull ache
now I sit here without a proper clue as to what comes next
Waiting for this shaken stutter to articulate properly
however with no soul for communication
I must finally face my own reflection
the last time I was here
I saw myself turn into an old man and decay properly
So fear resonates when I step onto cold tiles
I look into the mirror
my eyes say
"where have you gone?"
Don't do drugs
I rarely do
This was a reminder why I usually say no
Haven't been writing a lot lately trump has given me the writer's block blues