Life feels like it’s in freefall disorder and chaos
Like everything’s up in the air
All out of order
Like I don’t know where the next blow will come from
I’m not sure which way is up anymore
The mountains have been lost from view
I feel myself slip, slipping away
To where I don’t know
I feel like I have a tenuous grasp on reality
Like it’s running away from me
Like a roadrunner beside the road
I feel lost and confused
Everything’s in disorder
I want to stop and take stock
But I’ve been conditioned for so long to just keep going
It’s how I’ve survived for 35 years instead of just 18
It’s hard to let the thoughts consume you when you’re always on the move
But if you don’t know where you’re going where you’re heading
What then?
When everything’s in disorder where do you turn
When you’ve lost one of your compass points
And are only left with fleeting memories and an ache that never leaves
My minds all a jumble and my soul is worse
I constantly feel like crying but am unable to
Everything’s gone awry it’s all gone cockeyed
While I’m stuck trying to pick up the pieces and keep myself together along with three others
When it feels like the worlds trying to tear us all apart
It’s all disorder and chaos
Theres a cacophonous whirlwind of sound rushing around my ears and inside of my head
I used to thrive in chaos
But this time it feels different, stronger, darker maybe
I don’t know but it’s just different this time
It’s hard to soldier on when you feel like you’re freefalling while spiraling out of control
Normally I end with some great message of hope
But that’s not what I feel today
I feel lost and have for a while
But still, I soldier on
It seems like it’s all I know how to do
Fumbling about while everything’s in chaos
Trying to outrun the pain and grief
Trying to hold it all together
Terrified I’ll fall apart
Disorder and chaos plague me
While I try to find a lifeline out of this mess
I’m no stranger to chaos
Or a disordered mind
Depression or the darkness of my own thoughts
But this is just so vastly different I feel plagued by it
At every turn
Feeling like I’m running in place while trying to turn around
It feels like I’m swimming in mud
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