Maelstrom Song
New music to soothe the savage inside
just incites a riot of rampaging neurons
painful emotional waves coalesce into
a tsunami,
a solid wall of feelings
ready to wipe out
several small villages
it is a nightmare inside him,
unknown by even the closest companion,
he treads twisted, chaos waters;
the smell, jagged pieces, each life lost,
another body with his face,
another decision, already made
a choice
that has not ended well
he plays again
this time
a new harder, more mature
melody.
Copyright © Jack Bowman | Year Posted 2014
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