Imploding

I am on the brink of implosion,
the weight of it all is heavy,
so heavy,
and drags me to
a central pinpoint
of nothingness.

Self-banishment

Wipe not these tears from my face but rather the image of my memory from your mind.

There is a blizzard inside my head

A vicious storm,
Flurries of blistering emotion
Lash cruelly about.
The icy snow
Whips at me,
Leaving me stung
And becoming numb.
So heavy does it fall,
My vision is obscured
And I cannot see.
I don't know the way.
Ambiguously I trudge on
Without direction,
My only aim being
Refuge from the enclosing chaos.
I fear the peace I find
Once I'm finally warm
Will only be the eye of the storm.