alone with my thoughts

I want to be alone with my thoughts
And let them scatter like
Like blinded feasting
cockroaches
Dashing with a single mindedness
To the
Safety of the dark recesses
Of my brilliantly light room
Responsive to the
devastation random prattle evokes
When tragedy becomes your muse
Who cares if a chard of rhetoric
Pierces your heart and your mind.
Your inner child recoils
chatter from a mouth
More deadly than a neutron bomb
When repeated in all the wrong places
scurrying about
Over indulging on reside from
Careless, ridiculous humans...
torment less effective
Further from the source
no impact this far away
A muse…
Perhaps...
or
Something darker more nefarious, more consuming...
Coming closer…