Panic

Midnight blue is a shade of black
With sharp spots of white
Glowing red around the edges
Islands of pure, short lived joy
Scattered in the dark sea of sorrow
Sorrow born from the unknown
Unwed mothers, absent fathers

Time is in a loop where memory fails
And it goes back and forth
What goes around, comes around
Try to keep up with me, I with you
When the ground is unstable
And it spins, throwing you off balance
But the walls are far apart
There’s nothing to hold on to
Only the noises in your head

Through the looking glass
You can see the creases of a smile
Like dried clay under a sun
Breaking apart, crackpot.
                                          -Miss Daisy