Dwelling in here is beauty and catastrophe…limitless imagination…bountiful frustration.
The moon resides more often than the sun. An enticing tide, Poetic ride.
The beast finds me no matter where I run. Power finds me, controls me, elicits behaviors exceeding the one I call me. Seraphs in heaven weep and pound their fists…
Even they in their bliss,
can’t bring me peace.
Even I, being on bended knees.
Peace eludes me.
© bipolarmuse 2011