Cauchemar Poem by Paul Brookes

Red curtain edges nightmare the seen and unseen enemies
what it there to fear but......?
so here we are on the cusp the paths diverge
west leads to glory, east to despair.
north's icy blast, or south's hot war.
so many lines, so many outcomes.
fragile a clouds, strong as spiders webs
getting caught in the conundrum we surrender.

sometimes you have to stand still to keep up or backtrack to keep sane.
so the world turns, winter is upon us and springs a way off.
not a literal time nor literate just laced laconic responses
screens go blank, panic sets in and all that is left is the mouth piece
and the screaming in our heads, buy, buy, buy.
the red curtain closes and we are swamped in self doubt
lost in the maze sadly soul sold and cheap at that.