Cloud spill treasure trove of secrets stuffed in a trunk - so much junk it overspills
Breaks the bounds of my brain and leaks out in tears that come from somewhere deep.
Teeth clamp the back of my hand to stop the scream
Leave a perfect set of jagged of marks that sting.
Am I real in this moment or is this nightmare scenario someone else’s delusion?
In all this confusion my self has got lost – I have left it somewhere
I can’t feel my feet and my heart is a drum with an iregular beat.
I'm a boat lost at sea. I am turned upside down with my keel to the sky
As the flotsam of life swirls chaotically by.
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