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Sweat drips down my arm
When an alarm goes off in my heart
An uncontrollable part of my body
Becomes spotty and stained
With the pain of the rapid movement
Of my brain’s amusement of the loss.
***
The uncontrollable action of it
Doesn’t hit the reality check
And the wreck becomes bigger
Like its trigger is from myself
Sitting high on a shelf I am pulling down
Purposefully drowning in sweat.
***
I understand this doesn’t always occur
The blur isn’t always there
I swear I can sometimes control
This gaping hole that appears
And stays for years in my mind
But I can combine these thoughts
And maybe make sense of it all.
About the Creator
KB
A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!
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