Something Unbeautiful Poem by Patti Masterman

There is somewhere I always wind up going
Where logic has no foothold
And reason does not function
For all the words want to spell themselves backwards
There emotions take me hostage
And confusion reigns over feelings
I never know I am going there at all
Until it's too late and then I'm stuck

I'm flailing in quicksand
Quick; somebody come save me
I'm going down deeper into despair
But there is no savior in the world
Now I'm not even me anymore
All the constants are gone
Except fear and loathing

I would kill this jailer if I could once see his face-
Then something unbeautiful comes, which does not love me.