I have lost my way,

somewhere between here and there,

the signpost was deliberately shifted,

my objective clouded over

and when I look around me,

when I see the empty spaces

I feel the scream, primitive, course,

objectionable, intolerable, my hidden fear

of what is to come,

rise up and take control.

 

I plan ahead to confuse it,

it makes great sport, it fights harder

to wear me down but I am ready

and armed, equipped with sarcasm,

fortified by codeine and prepared