Morning Reflection

An older piece. Just kind of revived and revised it. Totally open to any suggestions.

 

Morning reflection...

 

 

Mourning reflection...

 

Thorny rejection..

 

Stormy dejection...

 

Fiery pillars of madness

support a canopy of living confusion.

Serpents intertwine like vines above conscious mind.

No beginnings, no conclusions.

 

Suddenly,

falling into the great empty chasm

dividing truth and fiction.

No solutions, just afflictions.

 

Incurable, untreatable discomfort starting in the mind,

being blown outward to all functioning parts of the whole…

The hole into which reality is falling

grows deeper and wider with each passing moment.

 

Peaceful river inside the soul,

with no visible causes, begins raging and rising

until it pours over the edges, and floods the eyes

with unexplained tears.

Silent screams no one hears.

No one here anyway,

 

Perhaps those far away, those unseen;

Those beyond borders of this tiny existence.

 

Do they exist? Does anyone know?

Or are we all chickens scratching about the earth,

looking for a worm of truth to feed our children

and ourselves?

 

Books on shelves with no real answers, just more questions

spreading the ignorant infection.

 

Shaking, fighting for my breath,

drowning in the useless confusion;

problems, concrete and illusion.

 

Episode ends, my head quickly jerks,

 

I tie my shoes, I'm off to work.