the combined
turbulence
between the different
bpds leaves me feeling
phantasmal in my own
purgatorial wandering
while i flounder in
a pool of self doubts
two inches deep
drowning in a fit
of mental paralysis
as i wonder what it is
which makes me lesser
than incrementally

there is no place
for me in this world
except hidden away
screaming into the
silence which defines
poetic laments

i am the final piece
of a puzzle knocked off of
the table and sucked into
the vacuum to be lost
in the detritus where
creativity died alone