madness
Dec 27, 2020
each morning
i wake up in a blur
suffused by anger.
pouring coffee
it tastes all stale
myself, out of scale.
explosion arises
inner destructiveness much obliged
happiness is after all, a mirage.
i marvel at the woes
now all exposed
from the moment I couldn’t let go.
so each night
martyr, i make of myself
a catatonic response to any lover’s plight.
madness occurs
deepens built-up sorrows
felling terrified, so it goes.
