Defies any logic of control.
Mind-channel's pelt through anxious nonsense.
Peace a distant thought,
Foreign land. And there is no place to hide.
No breakwater, behind which
find lulling calm.
This torrent is totality,
whose subject matter
majors upon all those memories,
situations and circumstances,
which provide ammunition.
Blunt instruments smashed against sanity's tower.
Sharp insights fired at battlements
behind which security, sanctuary and confidence
lie long forgotten in ancient, urgent siege.
Craved and sought in seclusion.
Seclusion from everyday folk offering platitudes that mean nothing.
Expose shallow non-interest;
perfunctory acknowledgement of their own ignorance.
Even from those folk genuine - interested; helpful.
My time is mine to suffer.
To beat myself through mind-chatter I can't control.
Prove my worthlessness.
Acknowledge my uselessness.