Ricochet

back and forth,

intervals, oscillations,

curves and tantrums of the unexplained.

paranoia, yes. frustration.

even moreso.

swaddled in the confusion of mystery.

i can't sleep. i can't stay awake.

i can't function properly. i can't feel properly.

it's as if my mind has been amputated,

and only ghosts of feelings and pains twitch and move.

i can't concentrate, can't finish a sentence.

can't finish a poem.

thoughts of the end, life, and what i mean ricochet

from side to side. sometimes my eyes move too.