• Where is my heart?
    I’ve been wandering through these dead unsaturated trees
    Gray skies and dreary petrified ground beneath my feet
    Where am I?
    I’m lost, with nothing but an endless sea of trees in view
    No sun, lit by an artificial light that I cannot grasp
    Who am I?
    There is something that I am searching for
    But I’m losing my mind.
    I hear nothing but the creak of wind on the desolate branches
    I feel the eyes on me
    From dark corners I cannot see
    Cold
    Mist making the silhouette of trees appear black as charcoal in the pencil I use to hold
    A piece of myself
    A clue
    How did I lose myself?
    What is this evil thing that has possessed my body?
    It’s presence I can feel but never embrace its tangle on me
    I feel it sneering, something heinous inside me
    The hideous thoughts it places in my mind
    Who am I?
    I wonder
    I can barely see my feet in this mist
    Where is my heart that use to warm me, heal me
    The heart that loved
    Did I have one?
    Or was I born as this appalling creature?
    There is a faint whisper to me
    Somewhere in this sea of despair
    Off my path
    Is it my path?
    Who is this speaking to me?
    Subconscious?
    Who’s there? I call
    No expression
    Where have I gone?
    Looking up into the barren sky, a crow sits, blending into the hollowed branches
    Its eyes mockingly sinister
    Could swear it was smirking at me
    “Are you the one that called me here?”
    Why can’t I show expression on this face I no longer claim?
    “You’ve lost” deep and booming.
    “I’ve lost what?”
    “Something”
    Clutching the pull in my chest
    “My heart?”
    “More”
    “Who am I?”
    “Foolish, you cannot grasp something that you are not willing to find.”
    “But I’m searching, is that not good enough?”
    “You may search, but will you find? Are you in the right place, or are you left behind?” the crows wings spread massive
    Still no expression but I would sense the awe in my soul
    Gusting winds the crow left behind, the trees still not budging
    Strong
    That is me?
    Was I strong?
    “Where am I?”
    The tugging in my chest pulls me to the frozen ground
    Pain surge through my knees
    This feeling
    Familiar
    Pain
    Worthless, meaningless, insignificant
    Life
    What is life when it is all dead?
    That sneering grin of the being inside my puppet body
    Strong
    “I am strong, my heart was strong.”
    The voices in my head at war over something incomprehensible to me
    Never ending war
    Goes blank
    There is nothing
    The mind is numb
    “Incompetent child” the devilish sneer spits venomously in my head
    “This body is mind, soon your soul will not exist, stop this useless babble of strength.”
    Rage
    Familiar
    This feeling
    Strong
    Only parts of me
    But who am I?