Nightmarish Fiction.

Holding out my hands in prayer,

looking but trying not to stare.

I stand aware of the thoughts i tear

to pieces so small they can’t be repaired.

But that process is rare as often I prepare

for the torment my thoughts create,

filling me with despair.

I fear these ups and downs are a pattern set for life. I cry to myself saying its not true with all my might.

The sadness ignites the anger from deep within.

its hard to become something that’s not your skin.

I pin myself down with words and visions

nightmarish fiction. I’m in your jurisdiction.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Your sound work is tremendously on point. I love the rhymes and assonance scattered about the piece. It also has brilliant flow and a fantastic narrative right up to the killer of a last line. Forgive my nitpicking again, but I cannot help myself (the good thing is, however, is that it's not as many as the last poem of yours):

- "looking, but trying not to stare" (this line has no setting. "Looking" where? "trying not to stare" where? The only thing we have to go off of is the first line, which described no distinct setting either. Tweak or remove - the poem can easily progress from the first to third without the second, however, I am aware that the second does add some flow to the matter. So your choice.....I can only say that the line itself is a tad awkward).
- no comma after "so small" in line 4.
- what "process" do you mean? True, the tearing of the thoughts can be interpreted as a process, but it's not too clear that the two thoughts are linked.
- line break after "life" (so that it lines up with its "rhyme" of "MIGHT" - which is the spelling of the "might" you want....."mite" is a creepy crawly).

Everything else is simply fantastic!! Well done!