The laughter is so close to madness
I can’t tell if sanity has made
the final scissor cut or if I am
merely balancing on the razor’s edge.
Desperation is the worm eating
the delicate flesh of coping and
I wonder if there is enough life
to carry another scar.
Carpe diem? Am I to seize this day
that is as dead as the hours that
preceded it? Is there anything noble
about clawing the side of a rabbit hole
which is too deep for me to escape?
H O P E …. Be everything you are
to steer me away from everything
I am not…I want to taste life without
the bitter twist of lemons.
With Robin William's death it has caused me to sit with my demons of the past and reflect on their effect on me. This piece is written from that dark place I lived in for years.