It's just
the silence
talking.
Bouncing off
skull walls,
reverberating,
inside
information
so quickly
it has a
life force
all its own;
travelling
to the centre,
right through
to the pain.
How easy it is
to submit
to this
garbage
of the mind
where all that
grey matter
gets to
shuffle the cards
and have all the fun
when, usually
nothing bad
happens anyway.
Might as well stand
on your
human head
and let your feet
do the thinking
because
FEAR
always recognises
you
before your
wits do.
Copyright ©2005
Adryan Rotica
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/false-evidence-appearing-real/
