- This is my first poem.. feel free to comment. Any and all criticism or
applause would be greatly appreciated. -

Alone in my world
I see the image swirl.
With pained spirit and soul,
My mind is unable to be consoled.
The fabric of individuality shreds;
But before I am changed, I will be dead.
Then I ask myself, "Is it all in my head?"

Again the image is blurred;
The pain in waves
Changes to flames.
From rolling to flickering, dowsing the embers,
It begins to fade: nothing to remember.

I keep thoughts from loved ones, even my brother.
I stay isolated, venturing from others.
With truth hid from even siblings,
The embers die at fifteen.
Within my controversy
May the above have mercy
On my soul as I lay in my bed.
I ask again, "Is it all in my head?"
 
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