Hushed in anticipation
This feeling seems to grow
And then, precipitation.
Thoughts and feelings drop
Surrounding and encircling
This downward spiral
Is only the beginning.
The drums in my heart
Beat fast, oh so fast,
Try to steady all breath
Until this thing is passed.
There is no making sense
Of severe confusion
And this is only
Half of the illusion.
Try to convince the powers that be
It is something not deserved
However the relief
Is nothing if not reserved.
A break in the cycle
A chance to break away
Invites the quiet
To remain for the day.
Pauses in the air,
Hushed in anticipation
This feeling will grow
And then... precipitation.
Your poems show a lot of sophistication these days. Really good expression of your feelings I think.
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