Ah, what the Hell is going on here?
Madness, despair, anxiety
under the calm blue night
we hear screams
of desolate widows
detached from beloved spouse
by the instant clutches
of Father Death
Cynical, isolation, sardonic detachment
a world on fire
with the futility of demons
clawing at straws
and starry eyed dreamers
still wistfully clutching
at these delusions
Delusions
.
A defense mechanism against reality. Well said. ~S~
my quarrel with reality has
my quarrel with reality has always been rooted in surreality