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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