I wage war against myself.
Fracturing out my health.
Drive out all my peace.
Bankrupt of any chance for relief.
With bodies stacked all around.
Clones dressed up as clowns.
I’m the fool of my every moment.
My one and only damned opponent.
Fresh projectile splits my cranium.
Done this to myself again.
Sabotage inflicted by my own hand.
Duplicates litter every inch of land.
Bathing beaches in lakes of red.
From this nightmare I cannot shed.
Snap free of my downward spiral.
Makes me wonder if I’m fixated on non-survival.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 