Sometimes a threat
Feels worse
Than what’s to come
It’s the feeling of
Ambiguity
And the itch of not knowing
Acknowledging that there’s danger,
But what kind?
It’s unknowable until the moment
Like a bespectacled man
Inside a dark cave
He has the tools, but cannot work
When you can’t lash out
Or even caress
Whatever can do both
When you can’t outsmart
Or out-stupid
Whatever does neither
When you can’t run away
Or charge towards
Whatever needn’t move an inch more
That’s when you let
Instincts
Take you out for a spin
When logic and words are replaced
By snarls and roars
And that’s honestly the best sounds available
When careful movements are ditched,
Flailing arms and kicking legs reign
And you feel every muscle in harmony
That’s when you lose your humanity
But win the fight
And that’s what really matters
But did you really win?
I mean,
You lost your mind wrestling a thought.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
Sometimes a threat
Feels worse
Than what’s to come
It’s the feeling of
Ambiguity
And the itch of not knowing
Acknowledging that there’s danger,
But what kind?
It’s unknowable until the moment
Like a bespectacled man
Inside a dark cave
He has the tools, but cannot work
When you can’t lash out
Or even caress
Whatever can do both
When you can’t outsmart
Or out-stupid
Whatever does neither
When you can’t run away
Or charge towards
Whatever needn’t move an inch more
That’s when you let
Instincts
Take you out for a spin
When logic and words are replaced
By snarls and roars
And that’s honestly the best sounds available
When careful movements are ditched,
Flailing arms and kicking legs reign
And you feel every muscle in harmony
That’s when you lose your humanity
But win the fight
And that’s what really matters
But did you really win?
I mean,
You lost your mind wrestling a thought.