Double eights, 
wait for fate, 
an epiphany, a vision,
add, take away, 
keep the faith, 
lose the hope, 
the rope.

White noise, white space, 
static grey my brain 
only myself to blame. 
Guilt bleeds to shame, 
rage stains red, pain blue, 
black rain drizzles 
puddles muddied.

Colours run to one, 
the rainbow never ends 
like the merry go round 
inside my brain,
an oncoming train.

Rivers flow too deep 
to keep me on my feet. 
Falling down, 
underground, 
broken crown, 
forever a clown, 
triple the frown.

I beat my drum, 
the world is round, 
crowded upside down 
life is a triangle 
full of obsession.

Opulence ends desire, 
love is tragedy and 
nothing is everything. 
A want, a need, greed, 
selfishness complete 
freedom.

Escape within 
a dream within a dream, 
a nightmare too 
sometimes 
everything I touch 
turns blue.

©JM.Cole