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.
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Author:
Chris Yellow (
Offline) - Published: August 5th, 2019 07:12
- Comment from author about the poem: Part 3 of "Fear of anticipation" and "Adrenaline shot".
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yep.. I think ya done... N
That a good thing or just getting sick of it? 😀 I am, but I do think the three need each-other.
I spent over forty years in psychiatry... and never grew tired of anxiety, nor those who experience severe forms of the menace... your trilogy was enjoyed and said it as it is.. Neville
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