a world where madness
has no meaning
sanity has left the building,
it’s gone out the window,
there’s a stillness surrounding mewhile my insides are on firescreaming, fighting to be heard,fighting for a chanceto be seen.
It seems at first that there is danger everywhereDeath lurks under the sinkAnd under the bedIn the rushing highways…
I fear being unseen, invisibleI react to being invisible badlyWhen I am unseenI get pushy, rude, loudTrying to be seen too…
A Poem for Fearing Folk
Mixed into insanity’s plea, the margins of a life squeeze in for counting. Braced between varieties…