Ego-trip

Locked inside

where only I can be

lonely cries echo,

deafening me.

I peer through sockets

through skull

and soft flesh,

blood coursing

nerves enmesh

electric thoughts rocketing

through bone-strapped brain,

lightning revealing

God's face once again.

With muttering thunder,

the sad world declines

back into empty

personal night.

(22 May 2012)