Mar 2015
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
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.
