Hard to See

I just have to start and see what ends up on the page.  I would love to be artistic, but the melody plays sour notes today.  It is a get away that my words bring to the page.  There is a lot of animosity in my environment.  I want to just sit and stare into space.  Insanity mallady is pulsing in beings in my vicinity.  I draw the cords by me and then move away.  I try to be imaginative and correct, but I am finding it hard to see.  I am surprised that I even know me.

It feels like nuclear winter and I am on the wrong continent.  Everyone was too interested in the bright shiny bomb when they needed to concentrate on the rage of the community.  I know not what will happen next.  Explosions are a daily occurance.  Rage my way makes poor dollars and sense, but they do it anyway.  I am tired, but I seldom feel fear.  I will reach the summit and malady reality can be yours today.