Shadow of the Sane

The sun is so bright that I can’t see
I don’t care anymore how I probably look to others
If they are disturbed by my appearance that is their problem that they can choose to deal with or ignore
If the sight of me is the least pleasing thing that happens to them today good for them
They have their sanity
I deal with the horror of my sanity shrinking from me like a shadow before me
Today the clear picture of who i ought to be is eclipsed by this blinding sunlight
It may be behind me or it may have never gotten out of bed this morning
The sanity the real me has been trampled and dragged until it is weak the lunatic has conquered the sane
I am a prisoner of war there is no hope of release
I will be banished in the land of the victor
The state of insanity has wrapped its tendrils around me and molests me
Walking the street I cry for mercy
The denial the apathy the numbness that were once my dear friends have left me for dead
I turn my burning eyes from the light only to have it follow my vision around
Like an obsessed fanatic that must completely possess me owning everything that is me
I cannot convince anyone that this is not me and that the clear sane one was dragged along the ragged path until dismembered and bleeding the clear sane eyes gazing up into the warm blue sky trying to take in the last picture of what was real as the sun grew darker and the sky was blotted out by the merciless glare like the fire on the water
The path in front of me drops and I stagger and try to catch my balance but the fall is steep
And now I am falling forward falling into the agonizing glare
Until there is no shadow of the sane no clear blueness to remember there is only the glare that burns through me until I am not even there
Not even the slanted lunatic but only the glare that blinds it blinds I cannot see anything but the glare because that is all that there is the glare does not show mercy it is not hate it is worse
It is the worst thing that there is
The glare the glare makes panic
It makes fear
It makes terror
The panic the fear the terror all scream out from the glare
The glare is confusion


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