an empty mind

laying comatose on the floor of an empty mind

i am rotting at the seams

if i scream it’ll echo

i am no longer here

not completely present

i just look up and count the stars at the top of my skull

the constellations are gone and everything is dull again

i am rotting at the seems

ever fiber in my body wishes to go in a different direction

like when you kick an anthill

they scatter

i want to sit on the porch and watch the trees sway in the breeze

but i also want to plunge into the freezing ocean and soak myself

until i can no longer feel my limbs

but instead i just lay

motionless

in an empty mind

there is nothing here anymore

i am rotting at the seams

i lay and marinate in a puddle of my own demise

i am not strapped to the floor

i am not shackled at the ankles

i am held down by the weight of my own worries.