An Absurd Reality

I live in limbo, pressure behind the eyes

and everything in between - my life is in free-fall.

My mind is combustible, bruised from the aching

and wild - though my face shows not a thought had crossed it,

I never give it away.

Flat on my back, I stare at the white ceiling, bled with trickles of

blue through the walls. And the ache hasn't gone away, it throbs

more than before. At 2am, I recall the sound of the siren

bleating through the night that wakes me up as I try to sleep.

The crash of the gunshot through a formulating migraine -

the depths of soul, complete with nightmares but incomplete.

Sat at the edge of a kitchen table, running rice through my fingers

and verse through my mind, I break once more -

how long it will last,

I'll never know.