My Issue

It seems everyone that has come to know me knows that I have issues.

Not like general people have issues, but real, disturbing issues.

They are right. I have a general issue with the reality of this world.

But the truth is that it is not I that am mad but they are.

It seems though, by present circumstance that I should be the one to define my issue, or madness, so that others can understand.

But first understand…

The dog is mad.

The horse is mad.

The brown and the black squirrel are mad.

The birds are mad.

Nature is mad.

So don’t think me crazy.

Do you not brake when the squirrel runs by?

Do you not feed the birds?

If you were to see the wayward soul run along your path would you stop for him?

You do not. You leave this bastard to the devices he created.

For he is now one with the madness, existing among your civilized cages.

Burn down the house he created, the sticks and stones he made to keep warm.

Are you so stupid so not to hear his issue?

Where else shall you drive him?

My issue is that I am one with the madness.

Don’t you dare dream you will not see it on your final day.

Has not the God I know told you?

You who think you are so wise in the ways of this world.

I have seen you on your death bed.

Judge me not for my failings but for my honesty.

For all those I have known call me as a liar.

And of what end does God have for you for calling me such?

My God wanders with me in the weeds.

I now wonder completely alone.

As the day he created me.

Do you not see?

I declare you do.

And my present situation is divine.

Break me of the curse of this world.

Show me the way so that I may walk it in truth.

I have shown you that I will walk no other way.

But for the path of my own destruction.

Even those that love and depend on me have called me destroyed.

Ashes, ashes, nothing but ashes.

But do you now see my issue?