another day seeps down the drain,
I cannot find the leak.
what am I if not insane?
my thoughts too dark to speak.
the daily flogging of my spirit
is more than most could bear.
my fate reveals that I should fear it,
yet it's jaws cannot ensnare
my mind and will are still my own,
despite the efforts of big brother.
the path less traveled I'll take alone
only to find there are always others
who dare traverse the same dark trail
and challenge the righteous rank
whose morality is a living hell
for those who choose to think.
Copyright © James Nichols