Chris Yellow

Wave of relief

Tension cascades down the neck

shoulders all through heavy legs,

avalanche of a sand that has been 

weighing me down with burden.

 

Vacuum replaces this drop

in an after echo of the shock,

legs deflated by stress of blood

are left without structure to hold.

 

Balloon head floats a migraine,

aimlessly it drifts ruler of none

in conflict duplicity of the outcome. 

 

Celebrate the thick skin of endurance

or repudiate unseen extent of damage,

thus pick the numb wine to pour tonight.