19 May 2017


By Bud Koenemund

I fear my mind will never be at peace.
Denied solace – some rest to cast aside
Burdens – I stalk the unrelenting beast
Within, while pain breeds thoughts unsanctified
By reason. Truth becomes ethereal –
For even intellect strains sanity –
When reality seems a betrayal
Of being as I bear life’s misery;
An indifference leaving the soul hollow.
Time possesses no power to assuage
Those malignant fiends who lurk in shadow,
Sowing madness which intensifies rage.
   This maelstrom’s fury has obscured the light,
   Shrouding spirit in an abyss of night.