A Sunlit Chaos: Poetry

I've endured so well
the hell of walking the Path alone

The tragedy of a World gone mad
is that it has no Meaning
yet retains all the Guile
of a murderer scheming

I am just the familiar stranger
sampling the elixir of Despair

Where the smoke encircles me,
and the Fire consumes the Dream
Then the Rage runs through me
to give Voice to my scream

that bellows what it is like dwelling
in a Sunlit Chaos where Nothing is real...