A fragile mind
swoops in with no warning
and comes to distract
like an uninvited guest.
Thoughts unseen
yet, loud and abstract
they want to detract
their purpose unclean.
A mind out of control
spins in its own oblivion.
No reason is there
at least in the soul.
Until the monsters can rest
and all is demeaned
they awake to be weaned
from this tired unrest.
Knowing full well
that no other will know
how a fragile mind
can explode into hell.
Now, mostly over
and finally alone
it's apparent to them
that they can be prone
to every suggestion
that becomes them
you see.
That a fragile mind
cannot repair
a friendship it is true.
Because in the shadows
and in their despair
they are convinced
that the monsters
are really in you.
© Deirdre Moignard Miller.
