Obsession by Kat Webber
The puzzle revolves, evolves, never solves
The brain is at war with itself
To determine the facts, the truth,
To see with clarity, to know in absolutes again.
Is the world tilted or is that just how it appears?
Are these pieces even of the same puzzle?
Or is there more?
What is this daily jumble doing in my head?
How does this take root and grow?
Why do I keep feeding it?
I am my own worst enemy
And my mind is the best weapon I possess.
There is a puzzle in my head
And none of the pieces seem to fit together.
At first glance, they may appear similar,
But change once I look away.
The images move and float
With whimsy and distortion
Confusing to the eye within
And torture for the mind.
What they are never changes
But the doubt creeps
Like a poisonous plague
Upon this brilliant plane of existence.
The puzzle cannot be resolved
Without a reason or truth
What is the truth?
The real shapes, images, thoughts?
Kat Webber 