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!
