State of Mind

My life scars are mere holograms

of the tragedies residing within me

I see myself through a broken glass 

most of which has cut my feet

The smokey residue of my doused fire

is all that remains of my emotions

Little to bite off of are the thoughts 

swirling in my never ending universe

I can't tell whether my body is still 

or my world is mobile

Something is tilting in the 

grand scheme of my artistic nature

Heaven is the pain medicine I swallow,

Hell is the recliner I rest on

Come see me in my new jacket

with all its shiny snap buttons

The TV screen is poltergeisting

and the birds whistle sing-a-longs

Reviews

[Curtis.Lenker]

Great work here. Very powerful message. Great imagery. I can relate to this piece.

[Jacqueline Corrine]

thank you very much :) I'm glad you can