Just Dust in the Wind

Insanity is like the wind,

Gently tugging, nagging,

Sending a few stray hairs

Flying.

The wind is colorless,

Filled only by the viewer's

Insane imagination.

Blue, Green, Yellow,

All floating carelessly,

Lifelessly,

Into our eyes.

And on the good days,

When smiles are seen,

And laughter is heard,

A small wind breezes through,

An affectation of happiness.

And on the bad days,

When frustration is current,

And screams are broken,

The wind blows,

Harsh and desperate.

But somedays,,

When we are sitting alone,

Wondering and wanting,

Our breathing delays.

The tears are too much,

Choking and gagging,

Feeding our insanity.

And when we truly have

Nothing left,

The wind will howl.

And the insanity will take over.

Lost in the pits of our

Reality facade,

Spinning, rushing, wandering,

We are insane.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"Lost in the pits of our
Reality facade,
Spinning, rushing, wandering,
We are insane."
All of us dance on the edge of sanity and insanity. Sometime better to know both. People afraid of chance and opportunity become locked in a prison with no door. I have always said. Run with the wind. Listen to your own mind. Life can sent you in many wrong direction if you lose control. I like the complete poem. You are a talented writer. A excellent poem. Goal of a writer. Make the reader think. You did.
Coyote

[GTVile]

I agree whole-heartedly. You make the point well that through all the noise we lose track of much that should be easy to perceive. Nice job.