Esteem by Shannon McEwenIn the remote sanctum
of my weary mind
My legs bend then buckle
Every nerve melts into a puddle
And salty water sprinkles
Like tropical rain
As the pressure builds
Stone, by stone, by stone
Before yelling at the gods
Commences between
Gulps of air
And winded sighs
Outside a calm exterior
None the wiser
Of the chaos unfolding
Behind the well placed mask
07/14/2013 Posted on 09/15/2013 Copyright © 2024 Shannon McEwen
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