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.)

5 comments:

Barry said...

Wow. I conjure up all sorts of images. I need to read this a few more times.

Jennifer Jackson said...

Very powerful. It is something a lot of people can relate to. You're still one of my favorites.

David Agnew said...

I have been amid that debris from time to time!

Well captured

David

Clint S. Rhubart said...

Yes! well said... now leave that be... it will return soon enough ;)

enjoyed
~Clint

Shauna said...

Oh yes! Perfect and succinct.