Moving On

in the heat of my mares i wake to the scream of my voice sheets drenched in the torment of my thoughts lay eyes wide open in the hours of my sleep overwhelmed by recent events i struggle with the haunting of their potential outcome feel trapped in the exaggeration of an emotional out pour i forget its feel when it is gone i remember its feed when it is here dry to the air of the night i shrivel like a plum under light exist in the blaring inferno of right now the time has come i'm moving on