Can’t go back

The bitter wind and harsh reality of free flowing fragments of lost emotion, pent up rage that swims in dark deep pools that we don’t talk bout in public.

 

To rein in the power of animal instinct and temper the steel; watch it glow into purple blooms, giving way to orange hues and later to blue fire.  

 

White hot words, lash out from our mouth- too fast to catch like bullets that fly from misfired guns. Late breaking news headlines- the entertainment channel of the mind. Alarms going off can’t stop it.

 

The eventual fall of expectation sad realization, emotions flood the eyes. The brain ceases to care and the gates open forth and the essence of the idea, formless now, fades away lost in that deep pool where monsters lurk.