Rewinding the tape of a mind that reached an end of rationality laughing hysterically.
How can l not find humor in this repetition of traumatizing events unfolding with authentic clarity?
Is this my life?
My birth must have upset whatever gods of this realm.
This perpetual punctuality to pile anguish on a fragile heart takes a special devotion motivated by envy to procure what is inbred in me.
Am l destined for greatness,blinded by this onslaughter obviously undeserved to discourage trails with dark clouds of confusion.

Am l some kind of messiah oblivious to my purpose of suffering to procure salvation for those crowing my head with torns?
Cracked ribs and hurting jaws laughing at this humor in pain;
Ululating and cheering on the outstanding hypocritical performance as the curtains closes and the merriment dwindles paving way for reality to settle in.

My heart is a red table where my mind and soul suffers torture;
Breaking me down in agony to renovate and reinforce my foundation for a better construction.
Glow fading,shine ebbing and drive tasted;
I am a shooting star in collision with a dark night but l...