and I’m feeling, oh..
mostly anger with
Just coming off the battle of my mind,
the primordial limbic trickster
riding the new bursts..
too much disanence in this head
and angry with myself
for failing to harness another Primordial limbic spring burst
For failing to be sain?
nor do I have anything resembling profound
but no sleep
sun has begun its skyride
I think last night I battled myself
from pefection to hell in a poem
called a truce.
my phrases sound frazzeled, as my chemically bummeranged brain.
and forcing it in, doesnt mean it fits.
i can relate, this genious
can’t even seem to stay… just right,
lucidly see in the still
move beyond exsistance,
here we go again…
Tell myself be happy… laugh at the ones that can make happiness a choice.
and you just know the mess is gonna is go boom?
CC Elyse Bontrager