Eyes.
my eyes.

windows to the soul, they said
bleary and tired
no longer
have I any desire
to reside in myself.

home.
a warm, comforting place.
home is yourself
home is suffocating

stifled by the walls of my own uncertainty
unable to look beyond myself to
discover the sky of possibilities 
the endless void of potential

chained to my own breath.
suffocated by the sound of my own heart beating

what more can you do to me?
I cannot escape myself,
cannot leave home behind. 

I am locked up
trapped 
looking out through steadily blinking eyes
even with the clearest mirror, I would not see myself,
only the shadow of what I now am
behind me, in me, 
a home I cannot escape.

fleet footed I run
a terror around me
home follows, 
a shadow rises up

the dawn is coming
the light will come
where are the stars?
where is the moon that I counted on to guide me?
the whole sky is black
blocked out by my own reflection 
the shadow that rises

into the arms of my own dark reflection,
it embraces me,
suffocates me, 
binds me with my own desires
plays for me a pretty music
The sound of my heart
and shackled by my own consciousness
all I can do is listen

stuck here again
boxed in by my own heightened state of being
a spiral of existence 

home.
my home.