Tendrils of darkness
Snake around me
Entangling me
In a
Tightening whirlpool of despair
Dreaded voices of old
Clamour in my head
Piercing
Through my sanity
Medusa snake arguments
Writhe
Hissing endlessly
Rattling my brain
Lost
Time
Unknowable gaps of emptiness
Chunks of reality
Stolen
Why wont the voices ever tell me
Where I have been?
I am not
Whole
I am not
Complete
I am not
Myself
Which me am I?
Which of the voices mine?
Am I many?
Or
Are the many me?
With the maddening Gorgon voices
Assaulting my reason
I turn to stone
And pretend to die
Sinking
Quietly
I am NOT.
