This beast knows no limits.
it can penetrate anything and
From anywhere. Debilitating.
Everything is fine and then none of it is.
Here I am
there I am
There I went
Here it is
Ravaging over my mind and my body
Doing what it wants with me; no regard…
Tossing and turning me about with control;
Mind burdened with plaguing toxic thoughts. Deadly
It becomes something beyond me.
Demanding, yearning, reaching,…striving.
Caught in the trap of itself, over and over…
Pulled in to its vortex, the black-hole consuming me.
Relentlessness is this scene, in this place all just is.
Then in the quiet there is this:
The differentiation of quiet.
All is in this indefinable infinite space
In this place there is and there is not.
Insecurity knows no siblings; knows no friends.
The sentence of doom falls heavy on this fragile
Being of flesh and bone lacking the will to fight.
Too exhausted to fight against this reality of mine,
Which is this beast, the reality of insecurity.
It haunts me and cloaks me, like some medical
reprotective procedure, a reverse circumcision…