Daze

My eyes glaze over,
Fog in the irises,
A spinning world
Of stain and ink.
How unreal reality really is,
A spacious blur
Beneath and beyond.

A clouded atmosphere,
I breathe in the fog.
I am not like them,
Those with visions secure,
Those who have not tasted madness.
Lucky them.

A Heaviness weighs me,
Atlas atop my scalp,
A crown of finish,
A crown of thorns.
Who knew brains were red?

A curtain of hair isolates me,
Hiding me from the world,
Cocooning me transformative
And invisible to the naked eye.
But if there was ever a clothed eye
It could see me.

I squeeze my temples
Between two palms,
A craze rushes through my head.
There is an echo
Or is it only a Siren’s song?

Tell me, oh squawking owl,
Oh, oracle of the night,
Is my soul frozen over?
An icy coldness inside.
Tell me, oh squawking owl,
What Darkness is trying to hide?

My mind aches,
An island of its own,
Cloaked by mist,
But rarely a paradise…
I am indifferent;
And to its shores,
It is time to withdraw.


Written 9/6/13