Un-Seeing

The detritus of past lives
Clatters behind me --
The chains of
Marley's ghost.

Ingots, idols,
Knick-knacks,
Brick-a-brack;

Mementos from a time
That begs to be forgotten.

There is much --
Even here, in my inner sanctum --
That i have trained myself not to see.

Having become adept at not-seeing,
i learn to un-see in every facet of my life.

The more i un-see,
The closer i am
To
Coma.

My soul says to my mind:
Save me.

My mind says to my soul:
Save me.

i say to you,
As i fade to gray:

Save yourself.

--Mr. Gobley