Fear(1)

passionate expression of the extremely painful and "hopeless" condition of mental illness

Fear(1)

In the constellated tangle of your eye
  The fear will not explain,
    It harbors dead submission, on the sly.
"Picture this...", before your hopeless grin,
  "...the look of sin.", embellished
    With the blurring and the swelling of a sty.
      And time will not go by.
The ugliness is transient,
  Like the vapors on a seething pond,
    Reflections in a whirling pool
      Of emptiness and shadows.
And the smell of dead transcendence
  Is imagined, never real,
    In the silence of your terror,
      And the blankness in your look
        At some eternal, banished home.
Look for never, ever felt,
  Look for nowhere, ever seen,
    Look for nothing, in the midnight
      Of your strangled, yearning mind. 
See the festering tomorrow
  Of a time that's never been;
    Know the endless, bleeding sorrow
      Of your needing, unremembering
        And lost, infernal life.