Duality

Pushed away but held in place

And pulled deep within myself

Phantom hands pawing at my face

I want to both stay and run and hide from myself

Could I heal my fractured mentality with some lace?

Living life down on my broken knees

Head low, face down never looking out

While my heart, torment will surely squeeze

Each piece of me gives voice to an anguished shout

Will I be free even if the torments cease?

Hands clutch my head tight so it won't burst

I can't take anymore of this fight

I feel like I am dying of unquenchable thirst

Eyes wide but the shade robbed me of sight

Reflections, my duality, but which me was first?

©Josh West

Picture credit: Dunkle Kunst