A Lesser Delusion
by Chris Sorrenti
With the coming of each morning, pieces of my grandiosity litter the floor around my bed;
I no better than the dust between them, then I put myself back together before heading off to work
with the rest of the crazies. Pumping up into something I’m not helps me to survive the daily grind.
And when I get too full of myself, I surf the Internet to confirm how sane I still am,
contemplating which sounds crazier: realizing the futility of it all and ending my own life,
or continuing to walk this circle of madness, day upon day...months into years.
Revised © 2018
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Posted on 03/08/2018
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