I feel I’d like to explode

the words will pour

feelings will bury the mind

in contemplative scrutiny,

the lunacy of the ludicrous

nature of acceptance

within the perfect structure

that is reason to disagree.

Yet I am alone with this fear,

this tension, this concern,

a need to vent,

remember getting your feelings out,

feel better after a good cry,

a good cleansing wrenching of our

internal demons,

or wait,

wait a second,

I’m almost done,

just one second please,

and I will finish that which

I began,

or perhaps

chose to not even getting started.

Right now, struggling with reason!