Tunnel Vision
Is now setting in.
The numbers in front of me
Become distant and vague,
Like an eye chart
In a room
Dimly lit
By a candle who’s wax
Is quickly retreating.
Eyes close shut
To shake the vertigo,
Forcing other senses
To navigate
The soul to a safer place.
Skin fails to defend
The chill that reaches
Underlying bones
Shaking with contempt
From the bitterness
Now scratching at the surface.
The rattle sends weak signals
Of distress
To the brain that seems so far away,
Like a thirsty wanderer
Looking over sand dunes
For a drink
That doesn’t exist.
The nervous system
Senses the urgency
Speeding the message
To the central agency
Hoping
It’s not too late,
To find a warm place
To fend off
The cold and lonely grip
The body is in.
Thousand of memories
Rush through the mind
Searching
For a place to stay,
Like ants scattering madly
Once their home
Gets blown away.
Warmth,
It gets taken for granted
Until needed.
Once found
It becomes the main focus,
Everything circles around it,
It’s natural
Planetary revolutions.
Warm,
Think warm,
Slowing of breath,
Eyes stay shut,
Slowing blood and movement
To a steady uphill crawl.
Bones weaken
With relief,
No more defenses needed,
Entire system transitions
To a new place.
A new thought
Becomes home
Releasing
Vertigo completely.
Mind and body
Feels safe with
Sound drifting away,
Carrying everything
In the world
To a new haven of play.
Warmth,
Sends signals
To the eyes,
Let go,
You're free
There is no reason to hide.
Eyes flutter open
Like a child
On Christmas morning,
Awaiting a gift
The mind promised to give.
Adjusting to light
So foreign and strange,
The eyes open
On blinded faith,
Like a new born babe.
Not all promises
Are kept
In life,
This one certainly
Differs not.
Like a swift kick to the stomach,
The eyes
Get sick with disgust.
The numbers remain,
Mocking
Out in front.
Let down
Defeated
The eyes turn cold,
Like a blast
Of artic frost
On a white fox,
Coming out
Of it’s hole.
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Submission Name: Warm Needs
