Dry Ice

That’s what I imagine when my mind shuts down,

a cold reality, that is caustic to the touch,

unable to move,

frozen yet hot with immediate passion.

I stand here

alone

together with my family

wondering

just how I ever made it this far

material things

beckon me, and tell me they’ll help me

feel good

sitting in the comfort of my threshold

the place where I seek solace

my mind is reeling

unable to track a single notion

further than a couple of minutes.

My greatest fear,

might be that state of mind

carries me out into my community

and those around me that I don’t care about

suddenly notice.

Imagine the steam that surrounds my

every thought – ruthless and course

cold as my … save this wrenching heart.

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