Trees Blow at me. I can’t stop them, Or make them, I see them. Shaking fingers Luring me in...
It chooses to come and go, As it pleases. Shaping every morsel of my being. It’s hold, It’s harsh grasp, Threatens Anything good I’ve created. Observing this happen From the top of somewhere There is no stop button I can reach. Only to watch it play out Through the looking glass.
Control, Of What?
Fast and furious A blurr Whizzing by I am The eye Watching from the center Holding it all together Dare I take a step Pulling me into A space Where the unknown plays A song Misunderstood By the anger That sits on the top shelf Watching and waiting to Start the whirlwind That protects The … Continue reading Spinning – June 17, 2019