The candy-coated anticipation
Shapes the rhythms
As my heart contends
With the fire in my bloodstream.
My breathing is labored
As a dazzling flower
Materializes before me
And becomes exquisite
In my hand.
I manipulate such wizardry
Into a cylindrical conduit
Of peace, love and magical bliss.
As it rushes into sweet lucidity,
Nefarious voices
And malevolent thoughts,
In forms of bubbles that
Crowd, pop and grow again
Inside my exhausted brain,
Slow dramatically.
My world, a spinning,
Self-destructive void
Of anxious fear & self-loathing,
Disappears.
In it's place,
Clarity fuses with focus
And floods any amount
Of the chaos that feeds
On damaged pieces of my brain,
Detrimental and unfixed.
Any amount of emotional derangement
Is deleted;
Erased by the smoke
That weaves and curls, dreamily,
To the Big Sky above me.
My muscles ease from the tension,
From the pain; from the weight
Of the horrid emotions
Caused by aching sorrow
And such incapacitating agony.
My melancholia is lifted,
Fades and folds into requiescence.
A...