On writing,
On raving.
Real thoughts and actions.
Real life in color.
Sounds around, so loud,
It’s deafening.
Reality comes crashing
Through your door,
With blood-red eyes,
Razor-sharp claws,
And laughing all the same.
It’s such a joke,
To break into another
One’s life and jerk their
Brain back into existence.
Where it went is a mystery.
But it is here now,
You are here now.
And what have you got
To say for yourself?
What is your story?
What is your piece
To this twisted puzzle?
Come along
And ride with me…
Stumbling along the sidewalk 
Gordon…It had been a few day since I’d stopped by to see if you’ve been writing…I was delighted to find this post. I’ve missed your poetry. Yours is a unique voice. Welcome back! 🙂 ~Paula