~wrath Of lunacy~.

~wrath Of lunacy~.

The sheer thought's Of a daily note,
Like eminence spiral down my throat,
To bear a choking hazard be,
inside the wrath Of lunacy ,
beyond the minds binding coil,
separately roaming there,
twisted though vigilant,
Without a second to spare,
nothing but the darkness to drink,
Sinking beyond the contours couch,
Noted beyond the brink,
No shrink could ever compare,
Nor most certainly try to bear,
So many unseen insanities,
Clinging to Her chair ~
invisible although,
seemingly ~ everywhere.
Nardine Sanderson 20/03/2015.