London Spin – Canon 550d (Photo credit: @Doug88888)
Spinning circles
Crowd my mind
In this maze
As paths unwind
Coloured masks
To hide the faces
Strange identities
Leave no traces
Shattered dreams
Nightmare view
Can’t see where
We’re going to
Rough cut image
Barely seen
Can’t remember
Where we’ve been
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
wow… dissociation… you have no idea how in touch I am with that particular survival skill. Sounds like you know… you’ve been there. Great writing my friend. (((Hugs)))
Thank you! 🙂 I don’t have any conscious memory of a dissociative episode, but I do occassionally get ths odd type of feeling where everything seems to distort in terms of proportion – small things seem large, close things seem far away and vice versa, and a friend once told me that was a type of dissociation. It is a strange feeling – I always think there is something I almost remember at that moment and if I could it would be important, but then its always lost to me when the feeling passes. Strange. 🙂
Spot on, thank you.
Thank you so much!! 🙂
loved it, its one of those poems that i just keep reading it loud till everyone in the family gets angry.
LOL! Thank you so much, that’s very kind! 🙂