Where is My Mind?


I feel it in the depths of my aching nauseated stomach.

It keeps me up at night.

I feel it’s gaze upon me when I try to fall asleep.

It doesn’t have a name.

I try to escape it but it’s faster than me.

It looks like my father whom I haven’t seen in years.

I think I am in love with it.

It  tastes sweet.

I hate what it has become.

It hates what I have become.

I saw it walking the street.

It’s the fly that’s stuck in a cobweb.

I am what it wants.

It doesn’t exist.