Oh, The Places Eye Can't Explain!

Depression is diffcult

Simple it's not, I'm afraid I have found
for a map-making-downer
to map their own frown
I could write with lucidity in nursery rhyme,
but even children would question
the reasons behind
My characters' actions, meaning and intent
Beginning to end in prophetic decent

A self-fulfilling tragedy sailing unreality
in a circumnavigational paradox of lonely thoughts and their disabstracted neuropaths that isolate the will from free in imaginary planes to see the absurdity of philosophy--
a 2-dimensional mockery of my cognitive dissonance; existence sealing will within enchanting cryptic incantations
out with didactics, chaotically--
me and my dualist dichotemy

Oh, the places eye can't explain

Tribulations!
Today is not my day
I'm lost in grave places
I'm lost, but I'll find my way...

Reviews

[Veil]

I really enjoy the vocabulary of your poems fits together like a puzzle. Very cool.