Poetry

Fear

Knife to the heart, lifeblood drains
air stolen from its chambers
a haze descends
time stands still

the drummer starts his pounding beat
deafening
motions robotic, gliding in grooves of routine
conservation

A swamp precludes process of thought
firing synapses weigh down each step
basics become an enigma
disaster averted

firing signals slow as the air clears
the drumbeat slowly fades away
calm returns
still

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