The Hunt

Been on the hunt for my mind,
Left in out in the wilderness
The last time I escaped
The confines of my soul.
I broke through the veil
For but a moment-
It was enough.
I saw so clear
The wild within me.
I peered upon myself
Standing before the mirror of truth
And I saw myself as I am:
Firm as an oak tree,
Yet soft as the petal of a rose.
My hair thrashed around my face
In such a rage,
Water fell from my eyes
Feeding the ocean that was me.
My mouth twisted and curled,
Each end opposite the other:
My face at was with itself-
So accurate,
A depiction of my mind-
My mind, lost to the wilderness
Never wishing to return
To the twists and folds of my brain.
I fell to my knees with a cry!
Begging, pleading,
Come home to me!
But it left me there
Standing in the trees,
Alone in the mirror of truth
Til my lips turned blue
And the corners met together,
The shape of nothing took place
Upon my weary face.
Everything began to shut down-
My organs, my bones
Until suddenly I was nothing
But the shape of who I used to be.
I watched the life
Flit across my eyes one last time
Before leaving me
To go find my mind
And live without the confines
Of humanity.
Going, going, gone
Into the dark, unknowing night
Forever free of me.


H.