Revving the engine without engaging the gear
Queasy, light headed, a vacuous stare
Palpitations screaming “doom lives here”
Magnetic levitation of my hair
A freezing response, a deja vu souvenir
Dwindling hope, tremor, anxiety, despair
An unsettled, sour gut, the taste of fear
A flash fuse, my spine does sparkle and flare
Exploding thoughts bounce then disappear
Unknown's vice, my chest does impair
A catch in the throat, an awaiting bier
On my toes in the gallows, the last gasp of air
A tightening of the noose, a frozen tear
Locked in time, awaiting a nightmare
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Brilliant!
'Palpitations screaming “doom lives here”
Magnetic levitation of my hair
A freezing response, a deja vu souvenir'
(A moment's unchecked rage, spiralling
to a consequence, stain
on our name, legacy, our very worth)
this is when, we need that mirror
in our mind
to stare back at us and remind us
we're all capable of mistakes
just like we can trip with every step
we take in life, what truly matters
what cements the legacy of that stain
on our name
is what we do, after
“Why do we fall ?
So that we can learn
to pick ourselves up.”
Thank you dear friend for your most welcome review and gracious comments. Yes whether fear or rage the physiological reactions are much the same it is our interpretation and nature that make the difference. Yes reflection would be prudent if possible at such times.
when we need it most, first to betray
is that calmness of thought n logical
decision making..
that's why our archaic Amygdala
is still so influential..
flight or fight, that immediacy
of choice..
or frozen, paralysed by circumstance
our age of anxiety's, regressive evolution..
Another wonderful, thought provoking poem my friend. I find that at my late age of life I begin to understand so many things that eluded me in my youth. I used to be part of the insanity of humanity, but now I'm able to stand back and analize it, no longer feeling the need to passively accept, and conform because of fear or ignorance. Outstanding write dear poet!
Dear Bella I thank you so much for your read and most kind comments. I am keenly awaiting yur next write.
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