How could you do a thing like that? I thought you were my friend, I thought you were my friend...

i am with every stone i turn on this cobblestone path uncovering more and more errors
in the way i think and just exactly how deep some of it runs

cognitive errors
errors in thinking with roots that have woven themselves into the fabric of my personality
my very self

it is so scary to see these things
face them
and know that they have been a part of me for all my history

it is a frightening thing
so many of the stones I turn over have
Pandora's ugly bugs beneath them

What Can I Do?

where to put it?
I need to set it down
all this
I'm missing you stuff

I want to tell you that i miss you
but you are nowhere to hear
in no posistion
to listen
out of access
line interrupted
sudden brutal disconnection
where
do I put this
I'm missing you stuff?

The Shelling is Relentless Regardless of Evasive Measures

I turn around
see that once was sound
my fortress
is now
in little scattered shambles
all in a row
leading off to heaven knows where
north of here
somewhere allegedly near the Capital

the stark, blasted flat-out unreality of it all is
the tricky part
striking me silly
somewhere
spinning me
blindfolded
I have my tail
my pin
but the donkey has fled
due...
out of here

Convolusion in Thought

this sadness
in this departure
has me lost in seven
seas of grief

i cry but i don't know why
is it because
you are going away ?

or is it that I am addicted
to intense emotions and using
this reason as catalyst
to this deep despair?