My head hurts
and my mind a seething mass
of garbled words, premature thoughts
stillborn
a zombie lumbering aimlessly
through this reality...?
or is this even real?
What is real?
Who am I?
Am I just a specter?
have I stared too much at that yawning void?
Have I read too much Nietszche?
So much...
That the morning coffee
gets cold..
as I stare at it.
As I try to make sense of
this crazy world
that only exists in my head.