Broken Dreams

Hidden behind mental walls,

I hear my demon’s screams.

Echoing losses and frustrations,

And lamenting broken dreams.

I look piercingly within,

To the hollows of my soul.

Depression and Anxiety

Have taken their toll.

It is simple to escape,

Just open up the door.

But my eyes can’t find the doorknob;

An empty shell hits the floor.

"The best alchemists don't turn lead into gold; they turn the world into words." -William H. Gass

Freshly Dusted