Insanity

A tangible link slipped from

my hungry fingers,

the only means to hold tight to my world,

such as it is.

Dreams take over when sensibilities ebb

and slide free.

And my dreams chose to leave me

for a time,

suspended in the fog, groping

for a foothold

in this place that saw fit to

shrug me off,

cast me aside,

leave me to the wolves.

Salvation comes creeping

from behind

tying the strings first then

lifting my head

to break the surface of my self

less dreams.

To see the truth is not to fix the lies, but

to harness loathing in equilibrium,

force a standoff.

Wait for the slathering mouth

to descend

on one or the other conscious state.

If the cost is too high, I'll slip into

denied dreams,

park in my no loading zone,

turn around

and face the torture of

life's balance.

Drifting in the sentient soup of

calm acceptance,

waiting until the light I see

in the distance

flickers             moves

            grows               beckons