Tricks

Running from a bullet
That's bound to catch up,
Pace gets faster
And my heart beats
Hard.
The pounding in my
Eardrums is a dull
Reminder of
The insanity.
I'm trying to escape
Comes from living
In a madhouse
Where everyday is
Party time.
The lines blur together
Creating a visual image
So mind blowing
That it tears through
The fabric of
Reality.
It's late and
Mindless zombies
Roam the house
Looking for flesh
Searching for blood.
I feel the weight
Of the world piled on me
But I will not crumble.
I'm giving this time
And patience.
I cannot solve everything
I cannot fix everyone.
My life may feel
Like a joke sometimes
But it helps to fuel the fire
Inside me
And I pray it will
Never burn out.