Dazed eyes.

 

Look through a hazy

curtain of blurry mirages.

 

Stifled by the noisy crowd

but is sitting stone-still

alone in a small corner.

 

A small sigh escapes

through my red lips,

where bloody curses

have never flowed free.

 

My mortal soul desperately

claws my way up the cliff of Life,

while my body lays beneath,

submerged in the rough

turbulence of the angry currents,

drifting thoughts and tired words.

 

Teetering at the edge of blind

Insanity, there is only one last

silver strand of thread holding

the fabric of my being together

that I hope will never be severed.

 

See my friends, my family,

that one chapter of a book I

haven’t read yet--oh, the joys of

Life amidst the temptation of Death.

 

The sharp shrill of the school

bell pulls me back from my small

corner to the unwanted Reality.

 

Stand to observe the now

scattered rushing of the crowd.

 

I follow.