Fight or flight
Whirls viciously
Inside my hazy skull
At the edge of my tongue
Rest sly, deceitful words
The few
I’ll never breathe
I’ll never dream into being
Behind dulled panes
I drift and implore
Clamoring for the words
To dislodge frozen thoughts
Fight or flight
My nerves hammer away
And depart fearfully
With stampeding
Raging notions
When all is quiet
I’ll thrive in misdeeds
Recalling the adrift
All hopeless and heedless aims

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