Overload

I, or–I admit–something beyond me,

whispers those words,

a soft breath of air into my ears,

and like a hell-bent hurricane

whipped into a frenzy.

A chemical overload . . .

a placebo for a sick mind please?

I’m going into over drive,

these thoughts inside my head . . .

All manner of things scrabbling to get out.

I cannot take it any more.

ashkenaz

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