Voices In The Wilderness

Just speak to me
and you’ll gaze into the
wilderness behind my eyes.

This wilderness,
lush in dreams,
barren realities!

As I open the gate for you,
I sit and listen white-knuckled
to the voices within my mind.

The further you trek in my mind,
the closer to summery fantasies you’ll arrive.
Once you leave my mind,
the closer to icy realities you’ll realize!

Deep in the wilds of my mind,
there’s a wolf’s lair, and voices
howl somewhere within.

And within this black forest,
I am the prey within
my own psyche.

Immersed within, a lair
of wild darkness. With snaking
vines and hues of thorned roses.

Unsettled woodlands of unsettling
thoughts and beliefs. Wherever
there’s anxiety, there’s mountains.

Pioneers trekking within
my mind cannot discover
a clearcut path to normality.

With the cure of psychosis hidden
and unseen, any pioneer’s compass
needle would spin forever.

Immersed within the quicksand
of psychosis, I am surely
suffocating from the trauma.