Mind Purge 1
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
a slurry jet of words, propelled by fear
of you, and what you'll think of me, erupts
from deep within my mind. step back, stand clear!
do not get splashed; this vitriol corrupts,
.
as i can witness. wildly i o'erflow!
acidic sentiments cannot be trapt
within a leaky pot; willing or no,
its walls are worried through. its seal is snapt
.
destruction's lighter if i let the stream
emerge from harmless pens, demure and silent.
i know not if my fear's a baseless dream;
i'm loath to do you harm, should i turn violent
.
please grant me time and space, and let me drain,
for ships may founder in a flood of pain.
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slapdashmonuments
Many thanks, @Fantasist! It's not much fun to feel this way but at least I can bleed onto the page in interesting patterns. I just published a follow up, and working on the third installment.
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Fantasist
I've written things similar to this and yet not nearly as poetic as you have put it. I salute you.