The Wasteland Within
by Jessica Boatman
I trudge through the sludge in the depths of hell,
A well that has accumulated stagnant energy over time.
An overflowing retention pond inside my mind
Spills disease-ridden waste that is left to saturate
Through the grey and white matter which structure my cognitive functions.
Malfunctions in the membranes drain my desire;
Why am I still alive?
Why do I strive to survive the battle constantly waging within?
Why haven’t I just given in? After all,
My brain is but a cesspool
Fueling my life with toxicity.
It is clever, however,
To think that trash could be treasure.
But the reality is,
Element A is not element B
And I cannot see
How it is possible to perform neurological alchemy,
Creating something precious
From matter that is anything but.
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