Solutions

Somewhere in the midst of madness

the answers filtered through and flew away,

chaos at the ready 

storms dare to tempt, without

stampedes across the crushing soul

unyielding as they make their way toward our gaze

standing tall against certain winds,

I stand my ground 

and yet

where is it written  that it has to be this way

just because it's all you've ever known

how does one survive

bouncing around in these bubbles, petrified

one way out

with no way in

not knowing what to do,

we gasp and take our last

with faces flushed

and empty eyes

staring into nothingness

that great abyss...