Mind's Edge

Mind's Edge

A Poem by Blackcatattack

How lost am I who wanders halls


in sudden breath of a cold afternoon?

            A wolf's warm breath on the edge of my neck

will be wanting to greet me soon.

      How lost am I who wanders hallways

   in scarlet glare of night's new moon?

A girl who drenches herself in black

as a tall shadow boy treads over to meet her,

beneath the rubble, in silence.

The jarring, slowing-down-time silence only waiting room walls can make.


          How lost am I who wanders these halls

in slow motion dance towards my doom?

    Last night I believe I slept with Death,

 then got up and left too soon.

            I am only ever the centre of attention

            when no one is in the room.


            Time rips      in half.

            Mind breaks       like twig snaps.

            We've found       something hidden

            within these              shafts

            folding in on itself beneath cracks;


        A mind attack.


I believe certain humans are destined to reach the edge

of a great understanding


            and never come back.

© 2014 Blackcatattack

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Added on January 28, 2014
Last Updated on January 28, 2014
Tags: house of leaves, the mind, psychological, poetry, dark, horror, dreams, insomnia, lost