Shipwrecked
with no hope of rescue, delirious,
disoriented I lay on my bed.
In my mirror,
instead of the familiar face,
I see an ill-starred wretchIf that post wasn't poetic philosophy, I don't know what is.
I am trying to fight off madness for as long as possible with pretense of logic and self awareness.
From the looks of my last post in the
gortbusting zone, I too am leaning strongly in the direction of madness.