Emotional Points of No Return
Slow. Your. Roll.
Remaining objective
once easy—until it wasn’t.
Your choice, of course, your choice
but consequences are an effect cascade
of glacial icebergs in acceleration melt
that wreak havoc on my emotions.
Sea-levels with unstoppable rise
that would beat the crap out of any scientist
who gets too close
for measurements
samples
pH indicators my ass.
Research repositories be damned
as water walls
outrage squalls,
absorbs sound and holds it captive.
Conciliatory space?
You’ve lost your effin mind.
Mama said God protects babies and fools.
You got nuthin’
but me
all over sensory receptors firing
watery mediums,
dangerous physics,
and exhausted communications next up
while hydrostatic pressure
ends the rest.
Healthy boundaries transcend species
mind…
matter…
my ‘reached in ripped out’ heart,
tolerance that teetered on patience
and fell.
Now
existence warrants careful tread.
Decreed
or this ‘us entity’ is dead.
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Dear 'D' ~ I pray for "Existence" - 'World Peace' ~ 'J' in L.A.
Oooo, this was so profound and thought provoking! A very powerful poem!
Very powerful
And the powers that be rarely care as they believe they can protect themselves, while the proletariat does not want to be bothered so long as most are kept comfortable & allowed to blame someone else.
Powerful performance poem!!! Loved it!!!