Volcanic waves
roar on by again.
A series of perturbations
in the once rational brain.
Flips and turns within my stomach burn,
like an acrobatic firefighter on fire
as my thoughts
race, multiply, amplify,
on the path of no return.
Hot beads
skid down my neck;
Every drop
An incoming train wreck.
Alas the Devil
Turns the ****
Stops the faucet of disaster
For me to feel sober.
To the World I am
but an ugly child,
A mistake, a creep—
Awkward—
Those murmurs so loud
So I
Shut my heart
Close the door
Dim the light
Lie to myself,
"It's alright."
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
I loved you once
and will love you again
Yet your eyes avert their gaze
away from mine
casting me into a
Maze.
Under the darkest skies
I thought I caught
A glimpse
of the Constellations.
There they were
Indeed
As if only for my
Admiration
Never within reach
For my soul's
Resurrection.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC