Trying To Make Sense Poem by Robin Bennett

I'm tired of existing on-
faded rainbows and
water downed lemonade.
I crave the ascent of a good
moonrise, just so I can sleep
off the nightmares
of another mediocre day.

An infant sun bouncing
off the red tiles jolts me
awake. Peace interrupted.
Another abrupt ending
to my mind's grand
theater. Surrendering
to the chaos sure to
tap me on the shoulder
today. Why do they ignore
my waving white flag day
after day?

Bumps in the road, I can
manage. It's the asphalt
sink holes that destroy my
will. Plunging deeper into
the darkness each time
I'm swallowed whole.

No one can hear my
cries anymore. Seven years
of despair even sound unlucky
and oh so vile. I might as well
be crying wolf.

I'm tired of existing on-
faded rainbows and
water downed lemonade.
I crave the ascent of a good
moonrise, just so I can sleep
off the nightmares
of another mediocre day.

An infant sun bouncing
off the red tiles jolts me
awake. Peace interrupted.
Another abrupt ending
to my mind's grand
theater. Surrendering
to the chaos sure to
tap me on the shoulder
today. Why do they ignore
my waving white flag day
after day?

Bumps in the road, I can
manage. It's the asphalt
sink holes that destroy my
will. Plunging deeper into
the darkness each time
I'm swallowed whole.

No one can hear my
cries anymore. Seven years
of despair even sound unlucky
and oh so vile. I might as well
be crying wolf.