Queen Of Sinkholes

Frazzle dazzled Summer escapades, a wave of madness hoists a red flag; Fuchsia allows my brain to defrag, sunsets melt hues into softer shades; I can now turn down those hot coals that my emotions have been tossed on; Acting impulsive is frowned upon, or be seen as the Queen of Sinkholes; Do not panic drifting out to sea you are still able to swim freestyle; Poisonous thoughts regurgitate bile starting dry heaves almost instantly; Into your stomach they creep upset, it can feel like a merciless sting; No need to entertain cowering before what’s only a baseless threat; Sinking without a life preserver, it’s not needed if your mind is strong; Repeat like a mantra that plainsong, tumult will become caricature.