Incognito


I am trapped by the inertia
of anxiety and depression
taken hostage by my mind.

It is from this open prism I
witness the world through
a distorted viewpoint.

Acute angles, refracting
sufaces, transparent
imaginings, white light.

I am segregated from the
normalities afforded to
those who are not stricken.

Sleep is my escape, a foetal
question mark hiding beneath
a blanket of induced darkness.