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
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