Illusory woman, or the real thing?
I can feel the torment. Maybe a ghost.
She toys with my heart, beating uncertain.
Floating in space, drained by indecision.
Was she imagined? Only a figment?
Why does my pressured heart want to explode?
She makes my head hurt. I don’t understand.
I can’t change the past. Disease-ridden fool.
Impossible resolved, but not a clue.
Mystery woman. Pleonastic phrase.
It would take a true genius to answer.
Not me. The inflicted and conflicted fool.
She helped me spend a moment in the clouds.
Before they darkened for the thunderstorm.
The quick ascent always followed by “Boom!”
Sudden realities, hard to accept.
Sullen mortality, I’m not a god.
Or else I could hurl lightning and demand.
I need to sit down. I feel so dizzy.
Anxious. It seems like I can’t even breathe.
I can’t expel the demons I so fear.
The voices I hear, are they in my head?
Or are they people telling me the truth?
I am losing consciousness, like a dream.
A hollow heart, predisposed to shut down.