Poem -
VOLCANOS
It roars toward me
The galloping hooves
The beating drums
Filling me up with noise
Every neuron fired
To hide or run
I will not succumb
It crashes over me
In great waves of dread
Pushing me over
Flattening me
Sending me reeling
Seeking my bed
I will not succumb
It is rising up
From the very core of me
Red hot volcano
Spewing it's fire
From each living part of me
Explodes in the heart of me
I succumb.
Marion Price(2019)
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Comments
That's "panic attack" fuel right there: that jarring inability to fight or flight when your cogs are jammed and your autonomy slammed. A double sided pressure that constrains the lungs like bubble wrap in a blacksmiths vice. I know that feeling. ?
Wow...you have a poem right there Al!?...yes that was exactly what I wanted to convey ...thankyou so much for your comment and feedback ??
Wow brilliant hun ???
Thankyou love ?
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