the world spins in chaos

with media pushing

shootings, kidnappings,

not wars, and sickness,

stretching the spring

of my sanity one notch

past "what the hell".

closing my eyes to bring

it all back in, to focus

on me and the ones

who mean the most to

me only works for a

moment because

somewhere

someone

is buried to the neck

in the bullshit our

media is feeding us.

pushing it out on one

more channel i have

to shut off. another nerve

ending i have to cauterize.

i realize you can't hide.

you can't pretend it doesn't exist because

that in itself is insanity.

but is it truly insane

if insanity is the reality

you are hiding from?

or is it honesty, shining

like a beacon of hope

on the bleak and dark

horizon, crawling with

shadows of ill intent.