Sunday, March 13, 2011

unleashed

there is a sound

that panic makes

when pressed down

   hard

a high-pitched keen

not heard but

   felt

in teeth

and marrow



my grip will soon

or late give way

setting this force

   free

to run its wild

and manic course

until its fury’s

   spent



leaving me

to rock

and blink

amid debris

panting in its

   wake



(Recently reworked from older piece.)