May 16, 2010


Posted in recovery tagged , , , , , , , at 11:40 pm by eddejae

Chilly iron grip on my brain,

Burning flesh searing its stamp

On the supple vulnerabilities of my mind –

Decaying hand of psychosis groping

At tremulous clumps of huddled nerves

Screaming sanctuary from creeping fingers –

Twisting a wire here, tugging a thread there –

Pleading to be passed over.

Willy-nilly whims spark neural cannons

That mingle with misfired synaptic flares…

Implosion of the psyche.


1 Comment »

  1. slpmartin said,

    A very thought provoking poem because of the raw emotions expressed within the poem….well said.

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