Forget this confusion,
emotions spiral around me,
I try to muffle the frustrated screams,
and asphyxiation calls,
only to find the dial tone.
I'm waiting for something major to happen,
only to be flooded with the tiny twists & turns,
that make my mentality and stomach churn.
And I will be found
lying on the ground,
of the white room,
with the paper doves
and crumpled swans.
This detour into madness,
and grabs a hold on me,
and the sanity drips
from these pale fingertips
to create golden puddles
that will only become
golden oceans. |
Submission Name: into the golden madness
