i can feel it in the air
i can almost taste it
the challenge of
separating my devils
and desperations
long have i yearned
for serene balance
a nightmarish search
through pink matter
and my own madness
even on the brightest
days i am met with grins
from the shadows
nirvana thins
my past drowns
me in a pool of pathos
but i can almost describe it
the taste that is
even voices within
choose to deny it
a new coat of white
is clearing my canvas
-t.m