Entropy
The clock
strikes eight;
Ready-time,
Eating
bathing dressing running time.
Rush hour,
Driving
talking breathing cussing hour.
Days go by,
The silent
spite of distressed souls;
Madness
punctuated by
Moments of
sanity.
Fires inside
the heart and outside,
And the
endless screams
From silent
minds.
Verse is my
anaesthetic
That somehow
dulls the pain.
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