Along Comes a Flood
I guess this is how mania feels.
It’s as if there are spikes on my heels.
Making me run, and then wander away.
And then I forget the medicine that kept the flood at bay.
It is as if my breath is electrified.
When I speak, I feel as if I cannot lie.
Along comes a flood of timelessness that never hurts.
And I forget that there are spurts-
Of blood that is used to travel to my brain.
That is now being lapped up by wolves as the blood exits my veins.
Along comes a flood of guards.
That lock up heroes and turn our liveliness to shards.
2/7/2022, Along Comes A Flood, Edward Ibeh
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