jablesmcnugent

Happy?

Life is often
under-appreciated and
taken for granted.
Lately,
I have been nervous.
It seems that with
each passing year
more red-tape
and paperwork is
required to cash into
happiness.
There is a space
(filled with white noise and chaos)
between my eyes.
I'm uncertain on
how to conduct myself -
not sure of
who to be.
And torn
between the crossroads
of my future-
each leading to
another to
another to
another.
I cry out in joy and
in pain.
My mind is pregnant with
feverish, idiolic, thoughts
which contract and mature
to full grown
madness,
and eat away at the
foundation of
who I ought to be!
Who can I be!?
The world is at my fingertips
Yet the dirt of incoherrence
digs deep below my nails.
Perhaps on that
Good day
I will finally achieve grace-
Shedding my
tragic existence
as to mimic a
butterfly's exit from
it's brown cocoon-
And in the
sharp shafts of light
be cleansed
and forgiven.