Mind in a Dark Place

Mind in a dark place.
Hole, pit, or cave.
Pulpit deranged.
Self sermon so strange.

Unwanted fantasies.
Sunlight won't reach farther.
Dampening of this cave.
So thirsty, need water.
My mind will not behave.
Dry throat, but why bother.
Comforting gaze.
Clutching a bit longer.

Like a desperate child.
Clung with jawed grip of fingers to the hem of a dress,
Being dragged from being left behind,
Behind what's left.
Frazzled hair to match a mind left wild.

Primitive thoughts outlined by disiplined evolution, constructed from observant wisdom.
I know not much, but like so many opinions, i know better.
Almost out of body, like epiphinated suicide, of such a simple organism.
Much i know, better than a minute before, sighed opinion.
My silence listens.

I shouldn't be left alone with myself, but yet, here i am.
To allow my mind to freely wander into the depths of a dead end.
Contemplating my own fears, comparing them to man.
I dug this cave inside my head, without thought or plan.

I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid.
I breathe in so translucent.
Dark place may seem tragic,
But it's the counter weight, for i take not for granted.

Dark place, my mind, i will not leave.
Nor rot in such, for such, i breathe.