Lobotomy Eyes


So tired--
the claws of sleep tighten around me.

Each day folds into the next
when I'm on a star voyage.

Droopy mornings with dreaming eyes
I wear the gaze of the comatose
yet I'm fully awake.

Insomniac exhaustion
rises up on me
like the sun at dawn.
Slowly--

Icy chills attack me.
I shiver, I shake.
There's an earthquake in my brain,
no way out--

Molten lava blood pours outta me.

I'm the walking, waking dead
but I'm asleep in my head.

Each day folds into the next,
it's a rerun
of my movie-life caught in a motion blur.

It all feels the same.
Each day wears the color Red.

Clumps of hair tumble out of my head,
leaving pieces of me behind.

Frizzy and gaunt, pale and glassy,
I'm transformed.

I search for a glimpse of my former self
in the eyes glaring back at me,
but there's no trace.

Taken over,
alienized
I now have Lobotomy Eyes--




Copyright 1999 by Erin D. Conroy. All rights reserved.