The Mind's Eye Poem by Rita Pal

Putrid meat of human flesh,
Feeding vultures circle
Parasitic like human nature.
Showers of knives that drive
Quenching my serenity
Freudian concepts
Filled in Picasso madness
Time stuck in limbo,
My thoughts locked
Shocked in fright,
Littered in my fears
Pick mouse-like
Fragments of reality
To punish, torture and batter
In fears of rejection
Sorrow and destruction
The vultures watch
The death of my conscience.
I cannot escape me
Because I am the victim
Haunted by my mind’s eye