Hurt Souls

Hurt Souls

Silence is the stealth sound of death

The cry from the soul in agony is stealth

Stealth is a torture

Hurt souls cannot end but endure living lonely hell in future

Hear the laughter from crowds all around

See people gather, talking profound

Is this what is missed?

Dark cloud of the mind destroys the now, raises blind mist

Do you not see Catch 22?

Ask to be excused on grounds of insanity for your sanity

Denied as asking to be excused for sanity makes you sane

Reach for the vicodin to break the mental pane

Conditions for humanity’s existence strike the mind

Hence celebration of the irrational lets you unwind

Realization there is no special reason for existence

Reality that existence is the point, dear Constance