27/07/2015

padlocks of the mind

matted black distractions
skirt around me in transitions
nudging my depravities
into macabre light   

enigmas no longer skim the surface
of my coral coasts
I have learnt to anchor them
to my inky foundations  

i am complete and fragmented
somehow satisfied and discontent
ultimately, i am an unbalanced catastrophe
just waiting to cave in.    

(reading padlocks of the mind)