Words

Like stones they fall,
Relentless,
heavy and bold,
leaving me with a headache.
A concussion that leads to delirium.

Like blades they slice,
bleeding,
soft grass of thoughts,
splitting the seeds of our conscious,
an entire life winding down a time capsule.

Who will cure this hysteria?
Who will bridge this multi-polar existence?
Who will stop this homogenization of minds?
I need some valium to find a way back home.
The clouds are waiting at the other end.