Thought Walls

I do believe the walls move in this place

I can feel them creeping like spiders around me

Only to end my daze in space

When I’m moving through 


Nothing’s the same in my mind

Nothing’s the same when I return

Nothing’s where I want it to be

Everything’s growing anxiety 


My pieces of mind, my peace of mind

The riptide pulls them from me


I could follow them out to sea

I won’t follow them out to sea


I waited too long

I cannot see

Where they are in the sea


This poem is about: 


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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