DISSOCIATIONS

[WiltedFlower]

The fog rolls in

as i tumble out of my

thoughts and all

senses of reality

And i walk the line

between consciousness

to brain dead

While i feed on anxiety

until i’m plump like

James’ giant peach

And i explode because

i’m so utterly full of stress

Then i wake and i could

swear my body is cold,

knocked out,

in a body bag

or some other time

in space

You guys seemed to like the poem I posted yesterday and could relate to it so I'm posting a part 2.