strange therapy

intent upon apathetic isolation
where karmic patterns are drawn up in lines

ink falls on animated green grass
where the seeds of dreams were planted
with the violence of breaking glass

my soul trapped within its pieces

if only I could melt the splintered shards
with the heat of my tears
I could get up and walk backwards a few years

but the tears of a poet are flawed

I feed the dream merciless doses of lucid anguish
giving it a fearsome life of its own

although I know this is strange therapy
I let the dream overtake me

it pushes upward and forces me to let go
covers and entangles me in thick thorny vines
bending me to its will
bleeding me to get to the source of this darkness

........i scribble on clean white pages
........disturbing its perfect purity
........replacing it with torrential madness

night comes chasing
like a blanket covering the sky
wraps me up and wont let go
until I sacrifice more of my soul.