Friday, May 11, 2012

The Point


It burns so strong,
That vile, icy fear
Gushing to my head;
Insanity breaks loose.
Maniacal ideas float,
Wrestling each other
Fierce and striking. 
Nonsensical trash
Clouding out the sun
The centre of life;
Choking it sorely. 
Lost in the clouds
Floundering, foggy,
Slipping away, unfelt;
Seeping mud beneath
Murky droplets fall.
Hazy and famished
Stumbling through,
The point so distant.

Will it ever be reached?

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