A screaming heart,
And the watchful mind.
Gazillions of what ifs,
Scores of thoughts,
And the emotions that never let loose.
Filled with delirium
A rest left for the rest
Mental presence constant chimes
And the absence of a presence unknown lurking large.
Clawing at the throat
Rusted shackles at their pinnacle of freedom,
And the dreary doom, safer in its permanence.
Lusting for life
long lost sparks quenched
Ashes alienated from their origin
And the cracked shell carrying its mortal weight.
Brunt of those beyond,
Who now care not
And those that stay,
Who fret till their turn cometh
A carousel of sorts, with pivoting echoes
And the chaotic solace,the epitaph delivers.
Or said so
The unassuming antithesis
with its omniscient stare.
Speculations of conjecture
Ruining and running
Those lives of many
that rationale seldom cites.
The fraying pages
hiding their tales,
Those torn sentences
biding for a meaning.
And the tabula rasa of the collective unconscious,
Empowering a few
Only for midnight to unleash its demons