Chaos comes in many forms.
Have you ever wondered
what the chaos of a dysfunctional life looks like?
Me too!
It looks like this:
Agony rakes faces,
distorting the world we know.
Eyes grow wide with fear.
The saying “back-breaking work” is no longer a saying
but true brutal reality.
Anyway,
enjoy your peaceful existences while it lasts.
This might be the last time you know the feeling of
peace and quiet.
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Wow, M.E.M., what a ride I had reading your poem. I don't want the feeling of peace and quiet, I want the chaos, the emotions, the pure and unadulterated joy of life. Your poem is a favorite for me for sure!
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