Disproportionate

Hours spent staring at these blank walls.
Head still busy doing its senseless spin.
Crashing through invisible nothing.
Trying to wrestle with another problem.
Self-inflicted by a brain that won’t quit spinning.

Pressure mounting in the cage below.
Skin tightening as it wishes to know,
If pain will finally subside today.
Flaking across surfaces meant to resist.
Tired of how this continues to bare witness.

Dig me out of this mess.
Trapped by my own stress.
Joking about how I’m a pile.
Rotting while I continue to feel vile.
Surrendering to voids of enormous proportions.
Filled with high magnitudes of distortion.

Neat little blows across new shores.
Retreat back to under a well worn rock.
Shying away from days yet to come.
Another toll to keep this a vacant home.
Down this drain until there is only drowning.

Frailty takes a hold.
Disconnection taps another chord.
Paralysis brings it’s ride.
Cutting safety nets with a grin.
Many things now seem grim.
As paradise slips further away.
Flirting with progress feels more like inviting decay.
Cleanse purpose before it takes what little joy remains away.

Get free of this oppression.
Is it true or some kind of invention?
Locked on tides as they rise and claim.
Severed like a fucking dying clown.
Choking of what should have been a dream.

Crushed under days of yet to pass.
What is this brain if not an overthinking mass?
Gutting hope when it rises too high.
Offer an emergency shutdown for me.
I need to break these chains enveloping what should be positivity.