Split (Poetry)

The other person’s here today
she’s sitting in my place
she looks so very much like me —
same hair, same hands, same face

But she has someone else’s mind —
a different point of view
the shadows gather in her eyes
and grey occludes the blue

The thoughts she has are alien
they worry, seethe and churn
their poison wrecks her body — cause
its nerves to twitch and burn

And pain is some mean traveller
infecting — spreading fears
like litter dropped to spoil the spot
thus beauty disappears

The other person’s ugly on
the inside — hard to like
this taciturn imposter who
freewheels my mental bike

I’m hoping by tomorrow
she’ll be down some far-off track
leaving all behind unbroken
and the old me will be back