MIND THE MIND

Mind the Mind

By Anna Clare

Illness alerts the soul to the body,

All at once I hear the ghosts,

I understand their screams,

Too much body, too much soul.

My brain takes leave of my mind,

As it flows freely from my ears,

No control so the tongue does run,

Rambling, raving, without thought, without fear.

I feel the electricity in my skin,

Sizzling against the air,

I breathe fire - dear lord!

Slain and noosed I’m bound to be.

Traveller whilst thou journey through my mind?

Can't you navigate the sludge?

May you bear the ringing, the fog?

Who goes there?! Oh, you, my apologies.

I am the world, I spin on my axis,

Around, around, around...

I know only the heat of the unforgiving sun,

I know only the frost of the dejected universe.

Have I lost my mind ‘til fever calms?

May I allow myself words?

Or should they come out in madness,

Lost to a world of wealth?

Someone mutters in my brain-

Be gone!

I find peace in solitude,

I need only my own nonsense to bear.

My mind is too alive trapped in a body too dead,

Too much soul I say!

Too much body!

Forgive me now I must rest-

- to live again I must die.