My mind is bruised
Its colour is slowly turning black and blue
Chaos rules my thoughts
Transmission signals are beginning to be lost
As the imbalance of the mind scales begin to fluctuate
From one minute to the next
To Hyper Ville to my own personal sink hole
Its difficult to hide the pain away
When all people can see
Is a smile on my face
And tears streaming down my cheeks
But these are not happy tear that I can now taste
They are bitter and dark and taste of treacle
They stick to my tongue
I am rendered unable to speak
I’m losing my voice
To the demon voices inside my head
And all I can do is run, run far away inside myself
And hide in dark corners of total solace
Because this is a part of me I do not want to her see
This is a part of me she cannot touch
Her arms cannot comfort my troubled mind
Her sweet kisses cannot soothe the darkest thoughts
And how I so wish that they could
How I need her tendered touch to take it all away
But all she can do is pick me up when I fall
So for now all I can do is run, run far away inside myself
Until the bruising fades and the voices stop
And my tears begin to taste like honey once more
©Copyright 2014 by June Bolland
