Sense of Self
My mind was floating
in a bacteria infested stream
On the banks cardboard figures
were laughing hysterically
From the dark ooze of time
something was chasing me
A breeze danced dreamily
across my face
I turned instinctively
The world exploded
into millions of pieces
Like a mirror
tossed unto the floor
From all the tiny fragments
of reflections
A splintered image
of myself was born
The pounding is much louder now
The pressure beats upon my skull
Unforgiving winds are howling
gnawing on my bones
Mad dogs are circling around me
Barking....
Growling at the world
Another empty night
Cold...Scared...Alone
No comfort or shelter
from any eyes I've known
Stumbling, blindly through
not caring where I go
A dark, familiar presence
keeps closing
So, further on I roam