Pieces

A short poem, similar to others I have written.

Here I go again. Spiraling down within myself. Listless, rotted, and
putrid. Flies of stagnation. Maggots of the soul. Discarded at the
wayside. I am forgotten. Forgetting. Memories. Shadows. But am I.
Bleeding, dying, inside. Passion, blood-red, wasted. Wasting away.
Waiting. Smoke and mirrors. Reflections of what they want. Cemeteries!
Passion! Misunderstood muse... I miss thee. No vehemency. Collect the
pieces. Piece together me. Regret. Remorse. Hope... Lost within the
black forest of my mind. Only me. The worst company. Lambaste the
apprehension. A lobotomy may solve my trouble! Slice the nerves, sever
the trouble. Unravel the enigma. Cracked. Disturbed. I'm only what I
want to be. A perplexity.