Tarnished

Ambush of reality, as you sink so far down boundlessly, gripping onto any image that flashes to you. Smashing your mind, crumpling objects of yesterdays thoughts, drop hitting the ground leaving unopened words. Thoughts linger upon fierce rapidly building ideas. Creation takes place upon your skin, a scission. Your minds rotting. Enfolding, consuming your being, trapped concepts of your living. Cascading pain stops your mouth-flow. Tarnishing to your blessed name Esther, you’re no rescuer, a mockery becomes of the name. Visage of smeared doings. (Please comment on how i can improve this piece. This is written for some creative course work, along side other poems. I had to relate this poem to the book The Bell Jar.)