I'm halfway between the two
tears of anger, rage of sorrow,
not capable of finding either
in my place of serene hopelessness.
The cause of my angst is now plain
as two reactions do compete
on the grounds that fairness rules
when the opposite is the truth.
Anger would be appropriate
in response to boundaries violated
only if I knew where I ended
and the rest of the world began.
Fuzzy separation is the norm
dice are rolled in the jest
of normality discarding sanity
when egos challenge for their place.
Sorrow is the bitter choice
for the loss outside of God's hands
or forced by evil's sleight,
though I'll never know which it is.
The only constant is change itself
with life disengaging at its own pace
as lost souls wail for constancy
in the face of entropy.
in the end I'll smile in retrospect,
knowing that knowledge is a fool's quest.
Only deity knows why we struggle
as mankind seeks answers in the mud.
The smile will show I show respect
for all we are in potential's folly
children of giants, self-made victims,
somewhere between anger and tears.
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