Sometimes I wish I didn’t think the thoughts I do
They weave themselves like shadows,
Through the cortex that is my reality.
Refracted. Split.
Shattered pieces of incongruent patterns
Pieced haphazardly,
Like shards of broken memories.
They tear into my heart.
Their sickening words
Twist my soul.
Unbearable,
I scream within the hollow walls of my existence.
My voice echoes,
Deep within the recesses of my pain.
I cry out,
Yet silence is my plea.
Self-reliance,
My euphemism for mistrust.
All imbedded within my self-made solitude.
My fortress of I.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t think the thoughts I do.
Sometimes I wish…
Moonlit Poetry 