Words like rocks are hurled at me.
Buried
Concepts like lightening strikes, crack my head.
Split
An elastic tongue, with no thought, hooks itself.
Immobile
Two ears catch fire.
Peace
I wrote this poem in response to a friend who when he speaks can not stop, and I am left feeling overwhelmed and almost abused. I now realise that this friend may have bipolar and is not aware and cannot help themselves.