Submissive Silence
What difficult insanity?
Repeating every day.
Laughing, pure absurdity
at life’s prevailing way.
The lack of understanding
buried deep in darker deeds.
Dysfunctional autonomy,
that never will succeed.
Psychotic conversations with
an entity not there.
Do you feel the sunshine’s warmth?
Or smell the human air?
As myriads of madness
comprise the daily being,
vital judgements come to be
a warped reality’s seeing.
For some submissive silence
is the only game to play.
To speak reason to unreason
is impossible to say.
Please take away this sad refrain
of misplaced, senseless mind
and place it quick, somewhere with help
for others of its kind.
5/27/2024
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2024
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