I have no patience, worn away by time my resistance to retaliation now spirals into an unannounced era,

That selfish streak we inherited at birth  rears its fractured facade, rising high above my shadowed frame

Not just a lifeless machine but an entity of experience , a system of stimulation, the viscosity of the visuals  the nectar that soothes

But the light and sound can become just a bit too much, a responsibility this golden gift, bringing at times its own psychological rift

Something you hear, something you spy, burning your retinas, setting fire to your sanity,

But the calm must remain, the steady ebb and flow cannot be turned into a tempest, a beast of broken hearts , as war rages and smoke tarnishes blue skies, the sunset inside shines prolific, the smile of  innocence, always so erratic