All the signs were there... have been there
Hovering and humming for months
The edginess leaning towards dreams
And the forgetfulness of it all
I have looked down at the vast dark sea
Of sameness, of monotony
Of the tedium that is me
And then there is that lack of motivation
Energy, of purpose
And once again I've pin wheeled my arms
Scrambled back from the edge
And here I am sreaming, running away
All I can do is press my fingers to my eyes
Until the images fade away
Feeling that tremble of my heart
One moment of blissful pleasure
Then your heart fluttering into panic
This is just the sort of thing that happens
When you go crazy
Have you felt the lingering stance
Of words stinging into memories?
Watched as they created hot flashes
Right before your minds eye
Imagined a sudden violent storm
Bringing wild gusts of wind
And deserted avenues
Remembering the burning moments
Of all of the surroundings
Scraping and cutting at your heart
An imagination that's reeled on with distressing regularity
As you try to hold back
The harshness in your eyes
Being asked questions and being expected
To know all of the answers
Taking a deep breath, then another
Oxygen to clear and calm the brain
Once again falling
Into the wrong century
Maybe no one lives here
As the storm gives approach
There is nothing left here, but rain