Nihilism at 1 AM

I can’t relax.

Shifting beads

Instead of earth

Indent my knees.

I can not rise

From knees to  feet.

No stable ground

for soles to meet.

 

No shape is still.

All things change.

I cower as

They rearrange.

 

Chaotic life

Confusing space

Can’t understand

Each person’s face.

 

Can’t understand

so can not trust.

On pins and needles

Till I’m dust.

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HS 11-5-2016

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