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Danger Zone

by Chris Sorrenti

    I made friends with a lot of people in the danger zone
    - Alice Cooper, The Ballad of Dwight Frye

Nightmares are born and often come true there. A place not always visible, at least at first; you have to feel it in your soul...that special kind of pain that tears the delicate fabric of the mind.

A place of confusion, overflowing with illusions, delusions…counter revolutions of stability; an emotional quagmire, where the storms of personal anarchy make their home...hurricane country. If you can make it to the eye, you’ll be safe for a while, but must remember, hurricanes are always moving...changing.

Hell on Earth, with its own brand of monsters...demons on the wail, their off key sirens – deafening, drowning out any sensibility, that could give a lost soul a decent footing.

Yes, there are many places where we all will travel over the course of our lives, some being only a state of mind. Trouble (whether self induced or externally manifested...combination of both) is the key that unlocks the door, panic, the knob that opens it.

Some of us flirt openly with jeopardy, whether by design/intention or without even realizing, playing in the busy traffic of failures that we all must at times negotiate, transporting…pushing us to a point where it’s easy to get lost...

Some never to find their way back to safety.

© 1977
Inputted and revised © 2019

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Posted on 11/26/2019
Copyright © 2021 Chris Sorrenti

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