Insanity?

An early morning greeting; friendly overtures

No response

Here we go again.

They say you can never get out of a loony bin; I should know

Or can I claim blissful ignorance?

Early hours of the evening,

A greeting; hopes for peace?

No response

Seeking refuge I retreat to my cabin; my home in home,

Doing exactly the same as those I flee from

But there the similarities end…

Sometimes I wonder whether I’m insane

But we all flee from each other,

So I know; it’s not just me

As I flee, I hear a new sound

The silence alternates with the noise, and the battleground

Is renewed with zealous vigor.

I escape, leaving that behind me and

Not letting it get in the way of my dreams…

I silently ponder the fate of all involved

I still pray for peace and resolution

I write, and there is peace.

(this is a poem describing family conflict, and how best to escape it)