Author: drachenkreiger

Times of madness

come and go.

Things change rapidly.

Sometimes it is slow.

But always in this

crazy world

relying on your sanity

can lead to trouble.

For no one knows

better than I

how easily it can slip away!

From whence came the sound of hounds.

The baying of the fragile crown.

No man could ride the fragile mare.

No woman wanted to.

For truth be told

the mare was foaled upon the midnight eve.

A dark and fierce grifter neared

gracing the mare with his magic.

The fae have struck when this one was born.

The wise could see it in the eyes.

The feeling when upon awaking

that your stomach wishes to void its contents.

The struggle to remain calm.

The failure of walking unsteadily

only to discover you must obey

the dictates of your protesting body.

Complaining about the situation will not help

yet you still find yourself

in the position of misery loves company

or at least, expressed sympathy!

I have no idea what I did.

I was riding the bus to work as usual.

We were told to get off earlier than normal.

As we converged on the street

I saw the wounded.

Instinct kicked in and I ran to help.

Vaguely I remember arms pulling at me.

There was lots of shouting.

I know I yelled back.

Still the ones that I could assist I did.

Now, sitting in the hospital

people are thanking me.

I am not a hero, I just did what anyone would do.

 

Managing your finances.

Budgeting for expenses.

Sticking with the choices.

No surprise shopping

or justifying a new temptation.

Bein responsible can be hard.

How can you be feck?

What is less than feck?

I don’t understand feck?

Did feck once mean true?

How else does one become feckless?

Should I talk about it?

Do they really need to know.

Mentioning it usually causes discomfort.

But not talking about it

is just as dangerous or worse.

Courage is required.

My voice will be added!

The tasks were completed.

I fixed some problems.

Relaxation and enjoyment were found.

Friends met and talked.

So much was done.

And I still feel refreshed!

Yellow fruit and green leaves

dance in my head.

Video pixelated for maximum enjoyment.

The other products are colourful and abundant.

Dreams do funny things

and yet I still see the fruit upon waking.

The trigger signs were subtle.

A suffocating air of tears.

The only conscious thought

was to get home safely!

Deep breaths only went so far.

Emotions were in turmoil.

Home!

The cyclone was released.

My own personal hurricane.

To be safe I must attend to the sickness in my brain.