It is no escape
To make sense of the mystery
The pill for aiding
Our existence is depravity
Dreaming dreamy dreams
Of tantalising travesties
Plagued by thoughtless thoughts
We all need a little tragedy
Forget the voices stop
Listen even in their paucity
Let their words satisfy
A requirement for insanity
Your mind has long departed
For the shores of incapacity
So dwell with me a while
Here in my dark reality
[written using the Botnik writer app]
[some minor prompts and edits from me only for some semblance of rhyme or rhythm]
MS Poetry 