Adrenaline shot

Chris Yellow

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.

 

  • Author: Chris Yellow (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 2nd, 2019 02:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: And after the fear of anticipation ... stage 2 is the adrenaline shot.
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Comments3

  • Neville

    You got it dont'cha... well poemed... N

    • Chris Yellow

      Thanks. Inside a strong driven person there is often a scarredycat wanting to stop and a better reason to move on.

    • orchidee

      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'.

      • Chris Yellow

        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.

        • orchidee

          Thanks Chris. I have to part company with you about the monkeys and us though. Not part company for ever, only about evolution matters!

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        • Fay Slimm.

          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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