Suffocation

Sitting
Alone
In the
Dark

Watching
For some
Sliver
Or scale

Of
Emotion
To pour
Out of me

To tease
And purr
And twist
And turn

At the
Beating muscle
In the upper
Left quadrant

To perhaps
Make me
Believe
That

Within my
Current desolate
State of
Mind

There could
Be a
Mirage
I have yet

To open
My eyes
Or rather
Mind to

Yet with
Every blink
Every
Breath

Every
Deliberate
Word I
Tell myself

I
Can't
Find
It.

Or
Maybe
Refuse
To.

I feel
Like I'm
Sinking
Into the

Stigma
Of myself
Of
My mind

It
Is
Suffocating
Me