Delusional

such rage would envelope an sane mind,
so let me rest.
her bothersome ignoration and self-righteousness...
I suppose I should care,
but the fiend in me fools the mind into believing I don’t care.
I suppose I should cry,
that she doesn’t love me no matter what I say or do
but I’m good at this.

I fall to the ground and throw myself at the dirt,
hoping to find a solution for this pain.

without such a stone of good luck to guide my way
through these seas of endless night sometimes.
should she discover me I would so scream-
this heart from this chest ripped,
in glory.

(c) David Griffin Brown 1997

Delusional such rage would envelope an sane mind, so let me rest. her bothersome ignoration and self-righteousness... I suppose I should care, but the fiend in me fools the mind into believing I don’t care. I suppose I should cry, that she doesn’t love me no matter what I say or do but I’m good at this. I fall to the ground and throw myself at the dirt, hoping to find a solution for this pain. without such a stone of good luck to guide my way through these seas of endless night sometimes. should she discover me I would so scream- this heart from this chest ripped, in glory. (c) David Griffin Brown 1997