My mind is haywired,
Walking on eggshells,
Dodging the cracks
Or just falling through them.

I walk through my shattered imagination.
The sky is red,
The ground a scorched black
Dented by
Yellow meteors striking the ground,
Bursting into fireworks,
Sprinkling the air with sparks.
Smog floats along the earth,
Drifting over my feet
Warming them uncomfortably,
Like a hot, smoky day,
Coating my toes in sweat.
Rivers of lava divide the land
Where once flowed cool blue water
That led into reflective springs
Beneath gushing falls.
Lightning bolts fly out from the thatched cottages
Where my muses once lived.
They have fled now -
I can only hope they come back one day.

The new scene unnerves me.
I miss my peaceful cove
Where I once could escape the pain.
Now pain is within me and without.
The lava burns inside my veins
Making my joints writhe in constant ache.
The electricity sparks changes in me
That I hate to show.

My mind is haywired,
Walking on eggshells,
Dodging the cracks
Or just falling through them.