Clouded View

Flying in the face of insanity

Bile erupts from my core

Not a hateful person

Now prone to foul tendencies

Hers is a distorted view

Like that of a cracked windshield

Swimming in muddy waters

Sifting through a smoke filled room

Solace, however, will be mine

The truth will light my way

To new clarity in this life

Bound for happiness

F. Tipa