Inside My Mind

I look around,

And I'm surrounded by darkness.

All I feel is the cold air around me,

And the cool solid ground beneath my feet.

You tell me to look for a chest,

But there is no light or switch.

I can hear your voice,

But I cannot see you.

So I walk forward until I find it,

And you tell me to reach into my pocket for a key,

Which opens the chest to another key.

So I open the chest, take the key inside, and replace it with the other.

You tell me to turn around and walk forward until I find a door,

And you tell me behind this door is a set of stairs.

I unlock the door,

Guided by only your voice down these steps,

Feeling gusts of wind as I hear their eerie whistle,

Foreboding but intriguing,

I know I must listen.

So I walk.

Shrouded with darkness,

The wind almost stealing away my only source of warmth;

My clothes and myself.

As I get to the bottom,

Lights start to mysteriously flicker,

And in between each flicker,

I can see boxes,

Their contents spilled out all over the floor,

Scattered pieces of my broken memories,

Like shards of glass.

I can feel them beneath my feet,

Cutting my skin,

Blood pooling into them.

I can hear them screaming my name,

Begging me to put them back together,

And the voice that guided me is gone.

Welcome to my subconscious.