Panic Attack

Against this tumultuous deluge I

crumble, eroding my body, soul,

being; particles tremble indefinitely.

Roaring silence it produces, piercing

ears, sweating shivers, frozen in

tremors; its jaw enveloping me in light.

Exposing the knicks in these particles,

igniting an inferno, flailing arms, scalding

tears drip; there is naught but darkness.

Coming from the walls, dripping like

fire, the odor, the taste, the touch,

everywhere; everyone is evil.

I run...

The sun returned, warm inviting,

deluge evaporating, leaving thin film,

like a nightmare, only tangible.

Is The Sun Really Shining?

Living under a shroud,
We pretend to live, in
Light we know we don't,
Through these lies we pay.

As the mist clears, we see
How immensely alone we
Are, we cower in the light,
So the shroud returns.

Full of laughter we talk,
Into the night we dance,
We kiss in the grass; the
Sun is always shining?

An Opportunity

Silent as the flow of blood,
a salty tear trickles down,
accompanied by moans of
misery; "this isn't the end".

"Suck it up;" life goes on;
slurping up tears produces
thirst, which induces falling,
followed by static airwaves.

Epicurus was deranged,
life is more than random
atoms; to live is to replace
a vowel, this we cherish.

The opportunity was given,
the opportunity was taken,
the opportunity has failed;
will another be given?

Struggling

Fighting a war within,
though diversions strain,
a soul seeks stability.

A crier's yell of cacophony
rings, the orifices are opened,
alas the wit is ignorant.

Senses hazed over in sun;
painfully a soul struggles,
majestically is it splayed.

Night nor Day is rest achieved,
fleeing the maxim of serenity,
embracing a life of heartache.

Home

Temptation takes over,
it overpowers my soul,
I make excuses on your
child; God have mercy.

I struggled and I fell,
now I'm forever alone,
I am lost already;
Christ have mercy.

The sweet taste of
blood, on my lips,
streaming from my
eyes; Lord have mercy.

Father take me home,
to your glorious side,
hold me tight, daddy;
Father have mercy.

It's over daddy, I
ruined it for good now,
I'm ready to leave;
Daddy have mercy!

A Poppy's Thorny Bloom

I drift along the breeze,
settling on the petals,
I consider staying place;
the flowers shake me off.

I am drifting along,
rising and falling,
smacking trees,
I'm caught in a forest.

A forest of thistles,
they stick me I fear,
the wind picks up I flee,
I keep on my way.

The poppy grows as they,
I fear I'm caught in thorn,
but I see the blossom,
if only the poppy did too.

I'm shaken I fight,
I struggle 'gainst wind,
I struggle 'gainst poppy,
yet I drift away.

Fallen Angel

Waking no breathing,
the form lies still, no cries
of hunger, new cries of fear.

Stooped over white sheets,
two loves shed tears;
the Lord is my Shepherd.

The flower just sprouted,
was thought a rose,
but chrysanthemum fell.