The Ordinary Hell

every day

of living

all of our choices

are madness

who would keep

going into the office

or any of it 

if they looked 

into the well of truth 

and saw the mirror self

huddled and weeping

my body is forgetting

how to stand upright

how to live in the flesh

because the hours of false light

are so unbearable 

and so I say to you

this world in my head

this dream of happiness

why should I not curl 

into it

what am I risking

by drinking of the 

forbidden waters

it will not hurt  

more than the ordinary hell

hurts on the way 

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