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