How can you overcome the past,
Patch yourself up and return to life
Reborn each dawn
Can you hold my attention?
For how long?
My gaze forever adrift.
Peaceful
Confused by,
Living,
Dreaming,
Sensing.
A prisoner to yourself
In more ways than we understand.
*******.

It comes and goes like the fullness of the moon
The radiating darkness of night
The blinding brightness of the day
That sick, sick stench of death and decay
From the ground it sprouts, spits, twists and turns
Ever changing
Never pleased with the way it is
That sweet breeze of gentle air
Pushes it away
The piercing laugh of another lost soul
Struggling to find a place to rest her mind
Churning down the rocky river
Bashing off the roots of half submerged trees
Lost lost lost
Disoriented by time
Up is down
Left is right
Right is up and down.

Unshackled emotion,
Raw and pure,
Showing itself,
Not to others,
A curse, a blessing
Forever grateful.

Vacant of blight,
Traveling the speed of light.

What I feel is limitless, in a world of confinement.
Passively progressing in strength.
Altering my alignment.
At a very great length.
Until the very moment it erupts.
Spewing far and wide.
Abhorred by uncounted mortal rabble.
They try to force me to hide.
When all I express to them is idle babble.
What is wrong with this creation.
When the blessed created cannot see past sorrow and agony.
And all they cause is wretchedness upon acres of peacefulness.
What is wrong when lovers turn to beggars, crooks and killers.
When the blessed are scared to walk in the midnight sun, for fear of vicious assault.
The rotten outnumber the pure.
Smashing faces into asphalt.
While others hoot and cheer.
And some just watch and endure.
No one stops it, mouths no longer agape to such heinous acts.
Who is the morbid, malicious monster?