There is a place
Where goes the shaken mind
When the rain lets up
And hurricanes unwind
It is not normality,
No longer catastrophe,
But a deceiving swatch of gray.
This mind claims residence
Too often for preference
Peace and pain equally reticent;
In any direction is hesitance.
Does it hurt? Does it burn?
Would it matter either way?
The mind has yet to learn
And so it simply stays.

Tantalizing place
Too solitary for purgatory
Too stagnant to be in transit
Nobody here to face--
Only peripheral silhouettes,
Figures the mind can't trace.
Are they angels? Are they ghouls?
Are you brave enough to know?
Do you have what it takes
If gnarled horns they show?

Dangerous, ambiguous
Whether tethered or astray
Strenuous, impetuous
As sanity shakes the game
The mind is forced to play.
Easy come, it just won't go
The haze is isolating,
Indefinitely unnerving--
The mind rocks to and fro.

There is a place
Where goes the shaken mind
After the rain lets up
And hurricanes unwind,
It looks too much like home.
When every idea is tried,
What else to do but roam?

© Jaz Rogers