If Reason Could

Photo By: Nina Bell, “If Reason Could See through the Fog”

If for no one else, for me.

I cannot continue living in this half baked hell,

This space-time continuum,

This worm hole of doubt.

I need out-

Of this ever receding hope,

Frustrating confusion.

I’m like a cream puff

Stuffed-

With anger,

As fake laughter trickles up your throat of lies.

Who am I,

But a product of disaster,

A child of the chaos-

That kicks and screams in your mind.

Only respite is to run,

Exit stage left of this show.

No encore, please, I’m tired.

Your point is said, not made.

Paranoia strikes again,

The chaos has won you over.

If only reason fell like rain,

For the soil beneath to absorb,

For seeds of peace to sprout anew.

Then this sickness could excrete from your mind,

And we could rejoice with what’s left of our time.

~ Feather🕊tales