Feel the compression rising
on my combusting engine,
like a turbo button pressed
by the current happening.
The brain then fireworks
into chaotic overdrive,
kick that drops me almost
face down on rushing ground.
In that split of a second
that lasts a horrid century,
I force back the reins.
Focusing this flood of energy
into the eminent task ahead
that assaulted my head.
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Author:
Chris Yellow (
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- Comment from author about the poem: And after the fear of anticipation ... stage 2 is the adrenaline shot.
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You got it dont'cha... well poemed... N
Thanks. Inside a strong driven person there is often a scarredycat wanting to stop and a better reason to move on.
Choosing fight instead of flight or fright? Or moving from one stage to another.
Eventually we may get mad and say 'I'm ***** gonna do it anyway, whatever anyone else thinks or does'.
It always depends on several factors: what you stand to gain, what you stand to lose, how hard it is treating you, how much you feel you can still go through... More often than not it will also depend on how stubborn you are, after all we are but monkeys with shoes.
Thanks Chris. I have to part company with you about the monkeys and us though. Not part company for ever, only about evolution matters!
Hey, that is the beauty of poetry, to get feeling across believes. That being said, I hope I didn't offend you and feel free to think of me as a monkey with shoes. 😉
I agree with and admire your take on the second stage and the energy that rushes where we, moments ago feared to tread.
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