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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.
Copyright ©
Melani Udaeta
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