An Anguished Mind Stilled at Last (Albeit Only Momentarily)

The pain of my incessantly beating heart

Intensified by the pounding of my brain

The drum beats of my maimed existence

Percussion in my ceaselessly searching mind

Flawed beyond compare

Like a cacophonous jungle roar

Or a discordant symphony

Crashing down around one’s ears

Led by a spiritually deranged conductor

The screech of chronic despair a far cry

From the pleasant interludes of time and space

Set in daintily laid out drawing rooms

Where, a piano tinkling in the background

Accompanies polite snippets of conversation

Conducted over Dresden china cups of Earl Grey tea

Supplemented by minute slices

Of rich satin velvet cake

Contained within the ambit of chastened hypocrisy

A mind in therapy