Infection

Harping back to Infection
When the psyche explodes
Misrepresentation
The role of my odes
In distinguishing
Fact from profound fiction
Where
The mind takes a beating
And is just left aware.

Seeing believing creating
Inside
Significant miasma
Which maybe denied
The need for a friend
With an audible smile
Who can cut through the crap
And be at one’s trial

portia’s steadfast
Was there for me
She knew of my plight
Of the horrors we see
Brought me to my senses
Good advice she was there
Casting and choosing to end my despair.