Repost from GD. Thought it might be appreciated here. Rhythm of Madness (poem)

[shadowknows69]

Trying in vain to get my thoughts collected
Petition for my sanity being rubber stamp rejected
This trip is taking too much longer than expected.

Looking for holes inside of holes and wheel inside wheel
Grasping constantly for how it is that I’m supposed to feel
Never sure where my dreaming ends, and I again become real

Dancing on the heads of pins communing with angels
To maddening rhythms singing of personal hells
The beat hijacks my heartbeat and the bass line swells

The music saturates my mind; craving its own voice
But chaos has hold of my tongue; eliminating that choice
I try to filter through the static and only get more noise

I see the end but never reach it. Like a race where I’m endlessly running
Pounding and sweating for endless meters, but the finish line isn’t coming
And the rhythm of madness behind me I hear; and its step’s incessant drumming.
-S

Am I the only one who feels this way?

[mopinko]

1. i think it expresses a very human situation.

i am sure many people feel that way. gawd knows many days home with little kids sure felt that way.

keep writing friend. not the world's most effective therapy, but certainly the cheapest. and certainly not the worst, either.