My waffling mind wanders,
meandering, all over.
It's muddy pawprints leave a twisted trail.
It's so difficult to think,
even more so to feel.
Emotionally..I guess I'm pretty much dead.
The corspe of my feelings has been mummified
Tight.
How to express oneself?
Hmm..
Shall I let forth the bubbling cauldron
of hate, loathing and self pity?
For it to spill, like a volcanic lava
smothering the ones close to me.
Or, can it be directed at those that invoked these very feelings?
Alas! I think not.
For the venom in my breast would kill stone dead the vipers that incite me.
