paw (wounded animal)

pacing back and forth
my sanity crashes into the egg
that is my mind
my insides are like jello
I have become numbly dumb
have I truly crossed over that
imaginary line?
mad or not I am myself
wandering eyes seek to stomp on me
I feel as if I cannot continue
but I still hold on
no more terror; I will not feed on this moment
only for a moment I am at ease
my mind will not stop
but if it did what would that do
to me?
for death is already knocking
I am not afraid of perishing
but quietness is perhaps what I fear most
when I am gone the nothingness
will have my words on it
as it finally consumes me


About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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