Discont Poem by Josh Ras

The threads spit barbs into my hand
Like death within my mind.
A burning, stinging tendril
From a poisoned mental vine,

Try to pull myself from floating
Deep within my head.
Disconnected from myself I
Feel the deep cold dread.

Clutching at the nothingness to
Try to keep afloat.
Drowning now in vagaries,
There’s no ephemeral boat

If this time I can’t come back
To where my other self should be
Will my outer self give up
And leave my other me?

Where then will the other one,
The one behind the eyes.
Where will it live, where will it float,
If outer body dies?

Desperate now to take a breath
With what? No lungs, no air.
The outer me is freaking out,
The inner doesn’t care.

It doesn’t listen to myself,
It’s acting like a child.
Laughing free within myself,
Untethered, wrong, and wild.

I need a solid reference point,
I need to see your eyes.
When I see your feel your self
My selves will realign.