Prayers For A Mind That’s Lost

By Julia Maciazek

I feel you, a demon that is scratching my soul
I fear you, praying with your words to fill some void
Language is a mind’s role
Yet, I am found with sentences unfinished
And opening lines untouched
Not knowing a thing
But writing endings that make blush
Astonished, I begin to touch
Touch the truth
I’m not insane, I’m just alone
Tempted to know what is behind them doors
For context ears; mind’s doors
They are opening and closing at every thought
I am a shadow of a path that is rough, tough
Crying myself in sheets she locked me in
I feel these thoughts tugging me in
This fabric I’m immersed within, poisons me
Engulfs final powers
Wins my final will to oppose this prose
Prose of a mind that is lost
This is out of my control
I name myself after shame
One medically unnamed