Feelings start in the

stomach

where they bubble and

stab

before they float up to the

brain.

They start grabbing at the wires and twisting

everything.

Then they turn off

the lights.

 

Sometimes I descend

into

the madness and let it

C O N S U M E

ME.

So much hurt and fear and anger and worry and pain and panic and sadness

and it builds into a tsunami,

drowning me

before I shut it up again.

Before I rejoin reality,

the shallow end where that blind limitless emotion

can’t exist.

Poetry

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