It Continues On

Image borrowed from deviant art

It Continues On


It doesn’t stop because you want it too.
This Ferris wheel moves, it is always moving.
Mind at three a.m.
Folding anxieties back on to itself.

This wind
Forcing your umbrella’s collapse.
Inside out
Going on inside
You know the stuff you buried?
Flashing like a neon sign 3
“WEAK”
“UNWANTED”
“WORTHLESS”

Don’t even utter the words.

It is a backbiting temptress

An emissary of craving and desire
The great seductress, whose lie is as beguiling, as
Your very first line.

The high leaves you little enjoyment
once the deed is done.
Left in a puddle of sticky peanut butter
and maple syrup

Covered in flies
Bitten
Pummeling every ounce of self-control

Feeding the demon over and over
Then lying to yourself

And everyone else

Tear streaked anger washes over and out
Spilling off your umbrella leaving you dry
And you pick yourself up and reexamine
Who is in control here?

Stead, Utter
“IMPOWERED”
“DETERMINED”
“FOCUSED”


Kristen Haskell

Posted over on her site Living in the Middle
Listed as #46 over on Magpie Tales 80