Another Blank Stare

by Stephen Watson

As I stare though half-glazed eyes
At my picture postcard ceiling
Thoughts of darkness come to haunt me;
Yep, it's that old familiar feeling.

No matter what I do
However much I try
I cannot escape the tentacles;
Of this demon in my mind.

They burrow far and low
Into every fibre of my brain
Corrupting every neuron;
As I slowly become insane.

So, as I lay and stare once more
At the black clouds on my ceiling;
I wonder, am I crying?

Or are those raindrops that I'm feeling?

20-Dec-2012

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