One Sided Jail Poem by GRANT FRASER

You said you were looking
for it,
and then you dump it,
as if it was nothing to do
with you,

I guess everybody else
must go through it,

this door, inside the head,

I get trapped in there,
for days and days,

I do! I do!

I fork out what I can,

or distrust everything,
just like you told me...

I am lost in the universal
bubble of moments,
efferevescent seconds,

I disentangle, re-attach,
these stitchings of feeling,

I mean are they really mine?

these moments when I suffer
so much, I want to die,
because it raises it's head,

and I am not scared of it! ! !

all the deaths or downfalls,

what do they really do or say,
to you?

the world slayers in their
pristine clean evil layers,

tell us the same stories
over and over and over,

as if everybody else was sick...

not them,

the teetering majority!

I have broken through the membrane,
this time,

saw just how alien it is in here...