Fragile Existence - Revised 8/7/01
By: JoAnna Martin


You have entered 
the forbidden caverns of my mind,
secretly stepping into my soul
like a ghost through a wall,
concealed by the shadows, 
of which there are many.
Somehow, you have managed 
to pass through the veil of tears
that shrouds my everlasting sadness, 
entering the tomb of stilled voices
and eternal silence within me.
But beware, 
for the dreams within my mind
may consume you
if you look too far into them. 
I am nothing that I seem. 
I am a walking, talking, living, breathing
open wound that can never heal;
a prisoner of the manifestation of my own rage, 
rapidly advancing towards total self-destruction,
possibly devouring you as well
if you overstay your welcome. 
Trapped within the perilous confinements
of this fragile existence,
I scream as the pressure builds on my chest,
crushing out my breath. 
My life is viciously spiraling downward
as I become aware of intense devastation encompassing.
You must escape me before its too late.
I’ve never held onto anything sacred.
Just as the brightest burning star
will eventually burn out,
so will come the day
that I will surely break
and if you’re still there,
to watch me crumble
and see my remains carried off in the breeze,
you’ll have to recall the taste of my misery
which will be the only reminder of
what I used to be.


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