Ready to Explode

A little man resides inside me. 
He’s been confined to my mind 
for some time. Even my 
therapist agrees. Today, he’s escaped; 
he’s running amuck. What the… 
my air’s been cut off, and I think 
he’s ripped a hole in my heart. 
He’s wearing a path from my head 
to my heart. A burning rises; 
my throat’s on fire! Are those toxins 
cursing through my veins? I knew 
refusing the meds was a stupid thing 
to do. This torch runner’s crazed; 
he’s set my mind ablaze. I’m burning 
up here! Bubbling over, the steam’s 
consuming my screams. I want out!

Full Moon Madness

I feel
disillusions bitter bite breaking skin
As I’m
racking my brain, while waiting without win
I see
Full Moon, pregnant with her illegitimate wrath
As she
washes over the earth with her spellbound bath
I sit
in this lonely place in time; 'tis so cold
And think:
Why’s it so dark under this grey light’s hold?
I hate
this aching in my chest, it’s like a hole
As I
wonder without end why I’m faint in soul

They can't have it both ways, can they?

I prefer to vent in poetry form
It's not the best venue or even the norm

But it's my best way of calming the storm...

Allow me first to clarify my haste

Before another breathe does go to waste

I abhor most this sour after-taste

So here my venting must take wing to flight

Lest my spirit rage on against the fight

And one more word is uttered forth in spite...

* * *

I really did try telling everyone

Just how scary a place my mind could be

when left to discovery all alone

Do you think anyone listened to me?

Of course it got darker as I went deep

What did all of them expect me to see?

A calm ocean? An embankment un-steep?

Not the decaying dead pieces of me?

I never did like the dark very much

Anyone who knows me, knows this is true

Yet encouraged I went: “Look but don’t touch.”

Was this brilliant advice even thought through?

So here I stand, more confused than before

While criticisms begin to ensue

Wishing I had never opened this door

Only to hear, "What's the matter with you?"