Authoritarian Anxiety

Sorting through filth from years of neglect and praying for an empty space and comforts once imagined now forgotten. You stand, your eyes phrase thoughts, mouth tastes of rot and you’re scared to talk. Discarded memories stir behind clutter. Knowing nothing of how to hide in corners or act sanely in an insane existence you kick the debris away, uncovering the curse of the infinite mind, the unrelenting slope, reaching down into the grievous journey between this current reality, and the distant other. All that you touch now confronts you with this thought and at night when you close your eyes you are overwhelmed by the dark.