each human being I think
is a cricket playground
each day they wake up
and even in silent dreams
humans bat away things;
statements that are immoral
broken relationships and love
marriage and family instabilities
food that poisons stomach
antibodies that invade the body
challenging enemies in social life
stressful emotions that rise
writings that tend to offend
are batted away violently
Again
I am
a ticking bomb waiting to go off
my head filled with so many instabilities,
it’s like I have a shellshocked army in my head!
I daydream of stability, it hovers out of reach
like elusive happiness. You only know it was here
after it had left. Confusion drags me
down as images fill my head and swamp me entirely.
No way to stop this – have to endure it piece by jagged piece.
Only can write, try to release the darkness
and learn to be centred again.