Mania

Not now.

Can’t let them see.

Can’t let them hear.

Can’t let them worry.

 

Blink away tears.

Swallow sobs.

Still shaking hands.

Remember to breathe.

 

Crippling sadness replaced.

Anger crashing down.

A bite to the hand.

A jab to the heart.

 

Mind tries to take control

With praise and logic,

But dry clouds rule.

Harsh winds are all I hear.

 

Now the headache.

Enough to remind me.

Calmness forced to surface.

Pool emotion in the head.

 

Another time may come

To release pressure,

Let the mountain fall,

And collapse.

 

But not now.

Not when they can see.

No one can know.

No one can worry.

Elemental

And so I touched a silver sun,
Frigid still in growing days.
Groaning, waking, still in dreams,
Walking into water.

Heavy in the chest and back,
Heart held rigid, expanding.
Empathetic sponge of volcanic ash,
Still able to melt under Dixie eyes.

Ocean's orb churned nearing
Eyes that hold the sea's brine,
Sand floating as surface debris,
Infinite ripples attacking the mind.

The Southern moons hold antidotal,
Powerful, steaming, careful opening.
Gentleman charm and silvery sounds
Richly warm to taste.

And so I'm held by silver moons,
Sparking a golden ray.
Frost melts under warm water
And eyes gleam gold once more.