Gnawed by the guilt of existence,

Tortured by ungiving conscience,

Caught up in a stage of grief,

(Between shock and denial),

Filled with too many unsaid words,

Packed with suppressed emotions,

Stuck between numbness and outbursts,

Poised with indifference,

While sulking into madness,

Feeling the thorns beneath my skin,

Amidst the rush and the apathy,

I fight for rationality.

Mere reasonableness.

An objective, solid ground-

For the unsettled and deranged,

To pattern the chaos.

To reign the unruly.

What a folly?!