My mind is swirling of thoughts
The shoulds, the shouldn’ts the have-to's, the oughts
Unbridled emotions swirl around
Arrogances, annoyances, burdens abound
The clammer inside continues to rise
I can’t hear the external, I’m completely inside
Engulfed by past images or futures I want
The words I wish I hadn’t uttered continue to haunt
Fireworks of stimulated synapses exploding everywhere
Words burst into each other and evaporate into air
And suddenly from the depths of my noisy despair
A hear a Voice that Sternly Blares:
All is quiet.
I hear my own breath.