Insanity

James Bowden

Over and over and again and again
Could it be true that I’m just static then?
No. I cannot subscribe to that
Or it shall be true.

Still believing that something will change
It’ll be better next time because of the pangs
Funny. I wish I could.
Maybe it’d be true.

Perhaps I am simply as dull and broken
As what these ugly fingernails have spoken
They are cancerous
Stop growing and I’ll heal.

But this world does not pander to me
So I try again, as positive as can be
And again and again
Until you relieve me from this mundane burden
That perhaps, I must carry simply because
I cannot imagine
That I could be as strong
As me.