The questions rolling around my head
Won't let me see the light
They make it hard to hear the voices in my heart
Constricting, sliding, slithering in and out of holes in consciousness
I can't  feel the bottom or see my way to the top
All that I desire lies just out of reach
The moment I let go I hear the rattles shaking back
Can't quite see where or get there yet
Scales slide I've yet to find a way out
Save to close my eyes and see the snakes imbedded in my brain
Somewhere far and distant there are apple trees
Fruits of red and yellow fill my questions find my needs
Poison they'll bring to venom and words will be crushed
Rattles will break and rust