SUSPENDED IN NOTHING'S REIGN

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JOURNAL #19

the mantle of my persuasion is to a highly

evolved yet still so very primitive degree

abuse itself own most terrible kindness

a pot of bitter inertia

is steadily brewing to be served

almost anxious now for any action that is

permitted

by even the most general of my diverse

concerns

so very damning can be such a fractured flaw

a fit is very near

hovering quite ominously

in the darker corners of logic's path

a real hell fire hissy

that's just begging to be expressed

the adrenalin flooded brain

soaks reason's misplaced over melodramatic

intent

such earmarks to anger

only further expose one's usually most

dearly guarded vulnerability

with devastating hostile results

such complicated feelings preclude the

chemical set up of the on coming snit

which forces the searingly angered to

self defeatedly admit

that the unpredictable hair fine trigger of

the psyche

is if anything at all

tricky at best

for when the great grim triad of suspicion,

insecurity and too too often embarrassing

childish  rage surfaces in the fire

one tends to feel totally humiliated

after the fact

though I'm sure that there are a correct set

of circumstances in which certain practiced

phrases could likely stave off the pending

blast

don't count on them coming through at this

perversely late date

for once you are this far in to the center of

the storm

you've just gone far too far and far too fast

no significant ground has been attained

its all come to the pivotal point

where if you are not brilliantly careful

everything before

that ever mattered to you

will dwindle into nothing

and reside

'Suspended In Nothings Reign'.............

(Jan. 30, 1999)

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