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:
Wow. I conjure up all sorts of images. I need to read this a few more times.
Very powerful. It is something a lot of people can relate to. You're still one of my favorites.
I have been amid that debris from time to time!
Well captured
David
Yes! well said... now leave that be... it will return soon enough ;)
enjoyed
~Clint
Oh yes! Perfect and succinct.
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