Glazed eyes focusing and re-focusing

On particles lost in the mind

Of feather fraught with frictionous fictions

Narrowed eyes judge

Bemused and bemuddled minds

Lying in a state of emasculated consciousness

Scream loudly and obnoxiously into the void

I slip into a dream to escape

They find me.

My worries hound my thoughts all day and at night,

When that sweet embrace of unconsciousness cradles me in her arms,

The hounds of worry leap and snarl and I am lost.

I awake to worry. It is everywhere. I am not enough.

Awaiting the ideas of selfishness to come forward and show me the way. The way beyond the idle thoughts that drift in and out of my mind like most and fog. A fog of war that is fought by myself against foes unknown from all but me. I strive to fit into the fold of societal norms that ask the selfish roaring needs of the soul. Solace and salaciousness overwhelm me and all that remains is the shell of a man.

Constant whining emits

Tangled thoughts enlighten and enraptured

And cry loudly into the night

Asking questions left unsaid and unrepentant

Receiving more. Wanting less.

Wistful thoughts

Mal-aligned malignancies

Give thoughts and prayers to those who do not

Begetting beliefs begotten bygones

Wondering which way is up

Begging for naught

Nothings and nothingness

Erase hours of servitude and surliness

Awaiting the turn of the clock

And hours upon thoughts and deeds

And dreams caught anon.

Angered darkness wraps around

Lunging thoughts profusely propagating time immemorial

Wanderings of list field nights gone but not sedated