Short Circuit, A Travelogue

I’ve woken in the dark

Seeking a spark

Of light, ignite the nights

My demons cry

They don’t hide

Puzzle pieces of life don’t fit

My life, I can’t hit

My pulse resonates with shit

Where is the bright sky?

In my dark demise

Of mind melting erosion

Here’s the sun, setting

Electrons and neutrons

They short out

I’m looking for a short cut

There isn’t one, no

This is how mental health goes

Take what comes in stride

You don’t have to hide

Weakness can become strength

Is this what Plath and Yeats meant?