I guess my consistency is being affected by my obsession of reality especially as I navigate and contemplate about eternity leading me to peace and serenity.
But I know I should not complain as the world's drinks from the rain when it takes away the pain and washes them all down the drain like an emotional roller coaster train.
The struggle real and the pain it cutting like some vine feel as I look back in life like a shirt strain knowing full well the mess spread out into thorns oh what a bane threatening me to go insane.
Balancing everything in a thumb tack all the hours from life's constant attack now I'm overwhelmed and lost track wishing I could turn time back.
Hoping before hope that each step I take forward help me choose from the madness coming to me in a hang man's rope wishing again I have hope to stop me, nope.
Bearing down on me I wish my vision before was twenty twenty clear vision to allow me to see the turmoil created by the emotional vast sea I've dug I had thought we needed uh wee.
Lightning bolts train down from the skies above from the world over made with no love now in my hands fitting it tight like a leather glove stopping sensations I need to have.
Putting my face in my hands drinking my fingers into timeless sands inside my head as it swallows everything like quick sand wishing it all goes away with the wave of a magic wand.
Only to realise it's not that simple when I've taken everything oh I'm so wise as I sit here looking at the sun rise wallowing at the truth that are all lies I bid you all goodbyes.
"Disclaimer - needed a picture for the post and artistically lacking any motivation to create something so used AI from the first line of the poem."