A.W. Books & Poetry

My mind has gone missing,

my sanity can’t find find it.

I’ve lost all control

and my eyes can’t seem to hide it.

My nerves are a river,

silver slivers that run in my body hithers,

parts stretching like feathers

into my soul’s nethers.

They feel everything that peels my mind, like ferocious eels,

and even heal my deepest faults.

The wings inject my heart

with every part of tart emotion

shocking it to a sudden start,

but though they pierce precarious pieces of my torn brain,

they always seem to forge a nest in vain

and create a new rest

in the tribulant trains of tides in my chest

leaving me with nothing but a

misinterpreted mess…

-Annalise Wellman