Wednesday’s Madness

it is one that risides deep within
that rises to the surface or crawls in
the creaking bones and non-stop raining
my pillows wet and my sweaty skin
i try to divert, but is me, my own jinn
it covers me with thoughts that don’t exist
the madness, the cry, the anxiousness, I can’t resist
my trueself, still try to coexist
get out of this room, it insists
the blue sky, the tree, the fresh air, you just need to breath
what is the point of this? What is the cause of this?
I, my greatest obstruction, just let go, release
oh my dear, slowly-slowly you will find peace
the hardship, the responsibility, the act of being, face it with an ease
find joy in the journey, as someday all of this will cease
All of this will cease…

-AP