Driven Mad

Driving me mad

These words I’m given

The heartbeats I fathom

The depths I’ve written

Death comes to me on swift wings

On the sweats of nightmares

And between the lips of my beloved

Fantasy she is, reality we may be

A million dreams till we see that day

All sorts of emotions wrung from the daylight

Anger at the mass media circus

Repulsion at those who follow them

Sadness at being autistic and helpless

To ever discovering how the world sees me

I’m always thinking, and then overthinking

Wondering how to solve these problems

The answer is there, if only we looked

Sometimes I can find them

Other times I can’t

But every time I write it

These words give weight to my breath

Color to my blood

And wings to my wishes

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