The lost drown and smoke your words away Hidden behind layers of a self-induced fog too thick to be heaven’s curtains, Yet too thin to be effective.
I hear your whispers Soft melodies of melancholy Ripple down my spine More paralyzing Yet akin To a car wreck Birthed by the same vaporous spirits I used to hide behind.
Now I choose clarity. Mindfulness The Buddha showed the way Is it easy to follow a path first lit over two thousand years ago? Ask me again tomorrow. Today those whispers like tiny devil worms sneak along My spine delivering emotions and thoughts Not mine. And I am lost Helpless as they take my mind And defuse my spirit And giggle as I follow Rome Once great, forgotten, found but never resurrected.
I defy you Voice inside my mind. I see you I hear your whispers and acknowledge That I am not your author.
Be wary Be mindful Because I too whisper Of a love stronger than your hate.