by Frank Sheehan
Like bolts of light
when you least expect them
amidst a storm of delusions
your anxiety rises
perpetuating feelings
of stress, strife
tempestuosness permeates tranquillity
peppered by delights,
psychotic meanderings
tripping through hours
of useless trepidations
belittling your dreams
by delusional afterthoughts.
Masterminds tempt your reality
as prepositions enliven
daily soliloquies ambiance
totally relinquishing life's
obliterations of serenity, peacefulness
You ponder ramifications
forced upon you
by the winds of fate.
From:
2016
Copyright ©:
Frank Sheehan
Last updated December 20, 2016