Amnesiac brain

driven by instinct

slave to the wirings of

primitive mind

wrinkled and folded,

sensitive

to the bellows of fight or flight

day and night,

glass screens, call out

velvet promises

of not missing out, entice

drawing the body, like a moth,

to the gleaming light

mouth pressed firm,

decision made

take a chance

tall and bold, venture out

doubting whispers, ignore

fresh start

quivering bones

in the depths of,

fright, pale ghost

from bad to worse,

a lake of wrong

run out

amnesiac brain

it’s always the same

the sweet words,

majestic lies,

hope makes

blind fools, every time