Tapping on the table
with my pointer finger
trying to make sense
of where my life was going

as the world outside
continued on
like it always has
even when mine stopped.

All things thrown this way
are mounting like a volcano
ready to spew fiery
debris upon everyone around

though it would be beautiful
in all its horror
because the honesty of it
couldn't be denied.

Every few days
I find myself frozen
with beings and things
moving all around me

and the urge to scream
compels me yet instead
I keep it in
and I nearly implode.

So, I guess I am more like
a bomb ready to explode
the red lava flowing within
and no one is safe.

This life is dangerous.
It has settled into a routine
that is festering the parts
slowly crawling to the top

until I'm engulfed
by the resignation
and the last thing to give in
is my mind; all its thoughts.

12/28/2010

Posted on 12/28/2010
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