Maddened Wishes

*** Please note that this poem is not indicative of how I feel.
How do they not see?
Broken I be-
cracks
up
down
head to the ground.
How do they not hear?
Wretched I be
screaming
voice taut; shrill
black vortex swirling
madness whirling
sanity
raveling; un so fast.
I cannot keep up.
Fingers grasping
ledge crumbling
losing battle
mouth open
eyes wide
tumbling-
fall to nothingness.
Weeping in failure
dreams lost
tides turn
neap
ebb
float away…..
star bright
star light…..
©Sept. 5/21
Picture is my own