Shutting DownA Poem by D.E. BallFrustrations at work...Shutting Down
Appropriate times call for inappropriate measures. So many voices surround me, Confound me, Bind me to this chair. They're but white noise, Blending into the air. Indecipherable words, That can only be heard, meanings bare. Maybe if I crack and yell, Cry out from noise-filled hell, They'll carry me out, Jacket clad. There's no doubts This place is drawing out The worst parts of me. The darkened heart of me. I can make it through this... Introspecting, self-reflecting, Holding my thoughts And with fears wrought, I'll eventually detonate, Self-implode, I hesitate to release this flow. Perhaps, the attention I crave, Has made me grow into a gluttonous slave. My only feasts are from The nonsense released by those around me. I dutifully follow, In self-pity, I quietly wallow. And their pain I swallow Like broken glass, Tearing at me from the inside. I am over-thinking this... But my patience Is shrinking. I feel my tolerance sinking. My fuses have blown And to protect myself, I'm shutting down. © 2013 D.E. BallAuthor's Note
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