Veterans Administration

emotionless i sat very still craving life creating fountains of hidden tears the sheer malice of it was beneath me i'd fondled with madness on an even cue i'd noted sighs of relief i'd mastered cures and balanced posture showing little grains of movement eye contact was bleak starring back at me while an audience spoke out in great detail my firm endeaver was to survive a crippling disease of the mind that basically say's you are mad you are the lost reaching for peace in a crowded room inside of your head thoughts raced while images became moving targets i needed to embrace be still holding on to a mere after thought that i was welcome amid the norm why i wasn't functioning amid the norm faint hues began to folly underneath quiet chants i'd spoken to myself while the room inside my head filled with whispers hisses daunting noises catering to my steadfast notion that this was somehow norm the crowd spoke of loneliness deep sadness grief traumatic moments and loss i gathered the crowd swiftly content with portraying us all within one bathroom mirror graveness i thought morally poshed i suppose my hands were wet my breathing very shallow an yet an audience applauded my simple need to crave such undivided attention from self why i'd craved the night crawling jest of my kindred spirit mildly worn an yet i knew this feeling well it had consumed me leaving little room for self to move forward still i sat trying to remember a time a place my eyes stared back at me a rather empty expression vague an yet excepting