It blocks, it damns.

Logic is made impaired

and thoughts are lost.

The mind pains

while persisting whispers

threaten the silent stability

of a soul finding

and fighting that war

to regain ease.

It aches, it makes falter.

Sense is intruded upon

and reason finds imbalance.

The knives fall,

impatience strikes

and sanity threatens

to yield...

in a defeat that breaks,

the world is

without peace.

October 2000