This is you as seen by them,

Undone, forsaken, broken, in tiny pieces

scattered amidst the graves of insanity.

Time, god's own nakedness, has revealed

the truth.

There is a quiet noise that screams

 inside my head ,but I am asleep. 

Comatose, Catatonic, confused

I wonder about the stones as the

darkness hides in mid afternoon.

My smile, plastic, painted like a portrait

on a face of glass.  I vent openly,

sobbing as harrowing flashbacks invade

the tiny spaces in limbo.  In my hands

I hold the stethoscope of terror, taunting

suffocating, inside unable to breathe

the memories in.

Panic seizes the night as shards of words

pierce the secrets, packaged in beautiful

boxes with colorful bows, deception, as

the unquestionable odor of death escapes.

The darkness has become a forest of words

in which I loose myself.  I stutter and advance

in slow motion as I miss an o clock passing,

and miss now.

Me, my friend, my foe, and my opposite

all emerge as one in a bottomless black

hole.  The way out is lost, hidden, covered

by madness.