I have aliens.
Or maybe I should call them invaders.
Turned loose behind the wire,
Racing around inside my head.
Triggering my dark emotions,
Threatening to conspire.
A plot against my best intentions.
Mining my anxieties and fears
Simply because they can.
I am turned inside out,
With only myself to blame
And no one left that will understand.
Maybe they’re not real
And it’s just my sad, interior world.
Full of turmoil and dyed pitch black.
The question then becomes
How do I survive this all?
How do I move on and never look back?
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