Reversal Poem by Phil Soar

Reversing my thoughts seems confusing enough,
When life's so incredibly toxic and rough,
So I try to be normal, if there's such a thing,
And only get up when the world starts to sing,


It can start with a keynote that touches your mind
Makes you feel comfortable, and utterly kind,
Then, just as the time seems to melt into bliss,
There's always a problem that gives you a kiss,

A word that can trigger a complex exchange
An action that sets on a cycle of rage,
A brief escalation that tugs at your brain,
Recycling the thoughts that come forwards again.