Destruction Poem by Isaac Maez

Not from without, from within
Destroy my life, who cares
Like our bodies, life fine tuned
Yet beneath the surface, pain
Inward creates outward confusion
Slowly taking control
Don't go too fast, it is obvious
Slow...I am the last to know
Pushing my way though life, imagine that
Hating the air we breathe
Misreading frowns for smiles
A fist looks like a hug, a friend, a love
Can a loss of family be a phantom limb?
Must stand on my hands to see the real world
Talking in circles, oh no not again
apply the bandage on a severed limb
Like a person knocking at your door
a crowded dream for me to drown, again.