Untamed Instincts

If the base of the racing mind is unsteady unanchored in the sliding dunes of the desert in the corrosive surge of sand storm speedy toward the sordid end untamed instincts dart. The unbridled mind runs like a wild horse breaking the shackles of the brittle sanity reaches the goal making track by brute force the basic instincts turn to base and vile entity. The savage horse you rode to encircle me threw me helpless in the vortex of squalls I struggled long in vain to set myself free became a mute victim of your feral impulse. In the pace of desert storm you galloped away breaking my fragile life into a heap of wreck trying to rise again from the dust of dismay I see the drifting dreams even while awake. August 6, 2018