future focus slipping
the boulders of past return
the scent of completion thinning
vision of reality’s burn
unwanted opinions exploding
a lightning strike that’s near
souls in the back ground whisper
I turn they disappear
struggle without retention
movement with no path
acts of violence filtered
consumption of your wrath
the sky is always burning
anxiety at it’s peak
emotion keeps erupting
heartbeat getting weak
Excellent poem!
Thank you …. I haven’t been posting much lately , but this just came out
Another great poem. a very good read, keep up the great work.