Jagged Pieces of a Mismatched Set of Puzzle Pieces
Adventurous dreams,
Swirling emotions.
I reach out and touch them.
They smear across my hands,
Wet paint bleeding in water.
My thoughts are consumed.
My function is numbed.
My body is stolen.
I am lost.
The swirls become a maze of not connected walls.
I walk and turn endlessly,
Corners and corners,
Rising up to meet my face as I trip and fall,
And stumble.
Carniverous, starving things,
Follow behind,
Feeding on confusion.
I fall for the final time.
I lie face down in mud of lost identity.
I can't move.
A bone deep exhaustion fills my awareness.
The things are reaching me.
They are reaching down.
They are tearig me apart.
Suddenly, I can feel again.
I am terror.
I am trying to scramble away, but I am held back.
I am stuck.
I am out of control.
I have no control.
Trying to get away,
To part the curtains of confusion.
I am kicking and screaming,
Drowing,
Choking on mud.
I can feel nothing.
I am dead.
Floating in a void.
Consumed,
Once again.