So much din,
voices tumbling
over one another,
no rest, no peace,
wrestling for attention,
to be heard.
Who are you?
What do you want?
Today, peace is spent,
air thick with dark thoughts,
challenging urges,
outbursts and inbursts
disrupting any calm,
MY calm!
The black hole beckons,
and all are blinded but me.
Tomorrow peace returns,
and nary a voice,
nary a cloud
plays havoc with
the day, until…..
back and forth,
sunny one day,
stormy the next.
Such is the pain,
a variety of human sanities.
No norm ought be cast
in stone or em,
no judgment made
for comparisons.
Each searches for meaning,
to understand the Why.
But still, even for these,
as for us all,
Love conquers.
agd
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