Sticks and stones don’t hurt, but
Words maim the mind, leaving thoughts
That filter through chaos, spreading
Like a cancer,
Threatening sanity,
Destroying reason.
The mind that welled
With love, Emotion
Barren now of warmth,
Seeks filling,
Despair
And darkness find seed within.
Loneliness
Finds a way
To destroy
Feeble defences, built
In casual companionship
Spreading
Like a forest fire, and like
A rabid canine, bites
The mind that feeds it.
It begins,
The beckoning, the magnet
Of death draws closer,
Lifts its veil, and reveals
The peaceful abyss,
Of a sleep
Without end.