Dara Ó Rinn

Concrete Bullets

I regret to inform you that love is not present today. Piddle paddling waves of excruciation torment my brain cells as I lay in the warmth of my bed sit. Time is but a construct as the waves crash and fall throughout my body. Aggressive ripples long overstay their welcome in a body cultivated for equilibrium. Nature is but a stones through away from me as I lay debating paths taken and travelled. Frustration builds as feelings of controlled decent attack my core, with a wild fire that once burned dwindling in a time of conformity. The passion buried with no chance of escape struggles to understand its purpose leading to outbursts that defy normality. The waves I have felt have been cast from this deep dungeon of seemingly tethered emotion. A man with his essence stripped from his reaches breaks free. This man decides his destiny.