Displaced

November 15, 2006

Displaced

I’m hanging by the brink of sanity
Dangling by a thread of reality
As I begin to look away
The edges start to fray
A part of me is finally unraveling

I hide within myself
As the days begin to fade away
The pages drop like acid rain
None of my memories can be retained
I have lost control of me
And I need to be detained

Like a dirty window
I try to find the light
With broken nails
I scrub and scrape
And still I wake
Behind the cloud I hope to fight

Jealousy won’t get me too far
I use it as my life crutch
It’s like a cane with a glass emblem
And if it breaks I am completely out of luck

I search my soul and hope to find
Answers that will sooth even the weariest of minds

Logically,
There is a way out
Psychologically,
My heart begins to rage and shout
Mentally,
I am not prepared for this
Finally,
White flags in tow I throw up both fists

I am displaced
I am replaced
I cannot face
Myself