Piece Poem by Zakhele Anigon

I thought I'd heal faster
But my wounds are still wide open
Like a dog I keep licking
So much my mouth is dry
What sense am I to make?
What light am I to see?
When did you leave?
Did I get to watch you?
I can't accept my blindness
Even now looking back still I cannot see
Did I misjudge, were you always gone?
Had I summoned more of me
Would I be alone?
Endless torture are the questions
That run through my thick skull
And as I bleed I cannot cry
For the tears are wet and I am dry
So like a child I play with words
To maybe find some clarity
But the clouds I cannot shake
And everything remains grey
How poetic that my legs are problematic
What a beautiful mix of reality and metaphor
For I find it difficult to stand
Day after day with no one to look up to
And everyone to be looked down upon by
I split myself again tonight
I'm the only one who is willing to be beside me
How have the tables turned
My darkest fear, my darkest self
Is the only one around
Now, tomorrow and as long as I live
A sea of wet and cold darkness that I can never trust
Look where trust has gotten me
Forgotten, last, alone and lonely
I ask who is there
And fear how much I'd want an answer
Even if no one is here
Is this how it begins?
Do you have to try to lose your mind?