Poem: Makes No Sense

It would be better to hit me over the head

with a wooden board or something hard

because, at least, that would make sense.

This constant aggravation around has left me

without any kind of satisfying circle.

It’s the sound I hear when I close my eyes

even though it’s no longer there, and leaves me

thinking I have lost my mind.

Some part drifts away, reminding me of past days

where life is foolish events and full on lies.

It would be best to find another way to express yourself

because even when I’m knocked down,

I eventually open my eyes and get back up.