An “Obscure Sorrow” of my own invention.
Being hostage
to a hopeless din
of relentless repetition
is a most unnerving
most disturbing
endlessly cyclical condition
clarity held captive
in confusion’s
unforgiving grip
trapped in cruel cacophony
not unlike
a psychedelic trip
the chatter wells
inside my head
unbearably insistent
thoughts and plans
jumble about
quite sadly inconsistent
all this cognitive
irregularity
makes me feel craxisiant
would I could
start thinking straight
but logic seems resistant
oh — to squelch the gibberish
but my inner self
won’t listen
*
rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: dVerse
