Strobing warning lights
as the tasks pile up precariously,
like a stack of grenades,
and somebody has carelessly
opened the window on a blustery day.
Chatter inside sounds like crowds shouting loud
trying to ruin my tomorrow,
by not letting me sleep tonight.
An unwanted guest
must have pulled the emergency cord.
Now the brakes are screeching,
sparks flying, brain freaking.
Going overboard.
I think I'm dying.
A piercing sound rings out
like a smoke detector above
a volcanic cloud, echoing through
the cave between my ears. Alarming me,
alerting my fear to take control of the gears.
Panic meet doubt,
share a pew, you have
a lot of common goals to talk about.
In this room, noises boom, red lights flashing,
air consumed by lung collapsing doom.
In the corner, my brain, quivering, insane,
is slowly shrinking into a quaking mass of pain.
The tasks keep on coming
but inside my brain is humming along.
Nervously shaking to the sirens song.
This is when the flood begins.
All sense, all tasks, every emotion,
good or bad, gets washed away.
Any energy reserves are leached,
diluted into the heaving waters
that are overwhelming me.
My sanity breached,
and the waters are still merely
swelling
above my feet.
But the water keeps gushing.
Waterline rising higher as time flies,
it’s getting harder to scramble by,
my legs feel like paper straws
sat in a drink too long.
My brain is rushing to hit the flashing
reset button. To stop the flow before
it reaches any higher, and whisks me
away, somewhere far from home.
It's too late, the water is neck deep,
the room is full, but I almost feel at peace
as I can swim now, letting my mind rest,
In this submerged Atlantis.
I slowly allow myself
the luxurious watery caress,
It takes me to a place of peacefulness.
The panic eases, my eyelids heavy,
the water subsides.
I awake. In bed where I go
when the panic arrives.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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