Monday, February 9, 2015

Rapids

Electrifying emotions storm through the soul
In a manic state of uncertain energy.
Hurling through the brightly lit facade of human perfection.
Like an out of control car on an oval track
Feelings careen on the corners the mind.
The mental agitations drags the self downward,
Toward the exhausted fumes of catapulting panic.
This rush of anxiety steals the nerve of self
Turning it into a useless plastic putty—a ghosted shell.
The hollow spirit is left feeling like soap squeezed out of a dispenser
In a gray dirty port-a-potty under a set of bleachers.

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