A chaotic scene laid out before me
As if some devilish, whirlwind through
Upending all my precious valuable views
The beautiful field of flowers…
Now- thorny, threadbare roots
The majestic purple skies
Ashen grey, covered in soot
Even my own reflection
I could not compute
Perception askew in the matter which way I view
Seems something sinister has wiggled its way in-
Disrupting my awareness, and my patience grows thin
Thinner than a single silk strand whisked like feathers in the wind
All my preconceived conceptions all my preconceived conceptions blown away on a whim
Transforming the feelings, the taste, the touch,
What I see…
Confounding and unfolding asa mystery
I cannot help but to look at it cynically
Like the glass half full
Is now the glass half empty
With the water I thirst for, drowning me
The bright nourishing Sun
Now my enemy
Blinding my vision
Yet I cannot unsee
