When the words are no longer enough
When the thoughts are lost among
The chaotic maze of a tormented mind,
You face the shadows of the past entwined
With the voices of the present that'll depart.
It's time to tear the heart apart
And feed its bleeding weeping pieces
To a salivating mob of human species.
When the creeping shadows eclipse the light
You can no longer distinguish the wrong from the right.
A door that has been left ajar
Closes shut trapping you from afar.
You claw at the walls looking for a way out.
It's pointless -you will not see the clouds,
Nor the sun, nor the sky, nor the moon;
You won't be freed any time soon.
You don't belong with the baying crowd
You're alone, tightly wrapped in a shroud
Of darkness, deceit and an agonising truth
That will inevitably be let loose
To wreak havoc on those who fear
The secret knowledge you keep dear.
Perhaps, it is time to unburden yourself:
Your confession is a guilty cry for help.
Copyright: Nara Hodge 2019
* Previously published by Harness Magazine
