those who fix

those who fix
the problems of others are often
those who need fixed the most
the longing of the incognito heart:broken
down and the words that plague are sharp. (unspoken)
they are covered by the fogs need to mix
into my being; so my heart may never soften
and i am left to conversations with a Ghost

those who fix
endeavor to find problems
where none may exist  to find purpose
but all the while their self-ignorant neglect
is just a cry of desire for what others can’t reflect;
and plummeting myself into hell gives no fix.
i just thrust my mind into a parlayed bedlam
caused by my own freud-need to play amicus